MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 24 (1)
"Lie." Ji Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "I didn't."
He didn't call Ming Ciyue, what did he call him to do.
Ji Zheng supported his body and moved forward for half a minute, away from Ming Ciyue, but he was reversed again after a while, and then forced to stay away, and after a while, he slammed back into Ming Ciyue's chest with inertia.
He was not reconciled and moved back and forth.
until…
"Sacred Lord... don't move." The voice was so restrained that it squeezed out from the depths of his throat. Even the man's Adam's apple rolled slightly and swallowed softly.
Ji Zheng flinched and said honestly, "...Oh."
The little deer was awakened by the horse's hoof, jumped up quickly, shuttled between the branches of the jungle, the hemp rope tripped over its front hooves, then rolled and struggled and continued to run, with a strong desire to survive.
After all, it is a wooded terrain, and no matter how fast a horse can run, it is not as convenient as a small deer.
Unlike last night's ceremonial ride on horseback, this time Mingci leaned over and quickly threw the reins to drive the horse fast.
Gu Congyun, who was behind him, scolded lightly, and immediately followed, slapping horses like crazy and chasing after him, and they were already running side by side.
In the famous scene where the protagonist is galloping and chasing the deer, Ji Zheng never thought that the VIP seat he was watching could be in front of the protagonist's thigh.
Ming Ciyue's chest was firmly against him, and the hot breath passed along his auricle.
But Ji Zheng looked at Gu Congyun's white horse, and then at Ming Ciyue's dark horse, turning his head to and fro, his eyes wandering back and forth, his mood was subtle.
"Your Majesty." Ming Ciyue called to him while riding his horse, panting, "Your Majesty, look at this minister."
Ji Zheng looked up at him in response, but his heart was still full of Gu Congyun's galloping horse.
Gu Congyun can accompany Mingci to compete with each other, but he can't.
Gu Congyun can accompany Ming Ci and recite more elegantly, but he will not.
Gu Congyun can help Mingci regain power, but he can't.
Gu Congyun can watch Ming Ci's coronation and enthronement, but he has no chance.
Ming Ci Yue, you have found the wrong person.
"The minister will only take the saint on a long drive, and no one else will."
The man's voice was very quiet and quiet, like the bottom of his eyes, which contained the deep sea.
Ming Ci Yue didn't give him time to think about it, and continued, "Sir, listen to what the good minister has to say next."
"It is inconvenient for me to ride a horse. The longbow and arrows are on my back. Please take it down by yourself."
Ji Zheng put his hand around Ming Ciyue's shoulder and carefully took off the bow and arrow.
"Next, take the arrow yourself... Yes, that's it."
"Please draw your own bow, and aim sideways, aiming between the front legs of the deer."
Ji Zheng understood that the more Mingci wanted him to do.
The horseback is bumpy, and for him, a novice archery, the possibility of aiming is too low, a little careless...
He looked at Ming Ciyue suspiciously. Ming Ci Yue only looked down at him for a moment, and then told him to continue to look straight ahead.
"Your Majesty, don't be afraid, it's no big deal. If you shoot a deer's leg, it will die. If you leave it to Gu Congyun, you will die." Ming Ciyue's tone was deliberately relaxed, but Ji Zheng trembled suddenly. Knowing that this person is clearly inciting himself.
"Sage's heartbeat is wrong." Ming Ciyue's hand moved from the reins for a moment, took the emperor's hand, and pressed it to his chest, "Can you feel it, minister's breath."
Ji Zheng felt the warm chest rise and fall slowly, and even felt the steady and powerful heartbeat of this man, and listened to the sound of his own heartbeat gradually synchronizing with Ming Ciyue in his ears, calmly rising and falling.
Suddenly, his breath sank, and his heart beat for a while.
It's this moment! Ming Ciyue jerked on the reins, turned the horse's head sideways, startled Gu Congyun who was still galloping, and slammed his hoofs to the brakes.
Ji Zheng gritted his teeth and pulled back the bow with all his strength.
As soon as the horse stopped and the surroundings stabilized, he could try to aim, the thin rope was dangling in front of his eyes at this moment, and the arrow cluster was still trembling slightly.
"Ming Ciyue, why don't you come, I'm afraid..."
Ming Ci Yue interrupted him with a strong tone, "Sir, do you still remember the feeling of archery?"
Ji Zheng let go of his hand suddenly, the long arrow shot out, rubbing his tiger's mouth, rubbing his side face, ripping apart the cold wind fiercely, and rushing in the direction of the deer's front hooves.
Although it was still an inch off, the deer's leg was scratched, but it barely penetrated the hemp rope. Coupled with the friction of the small thorns on the ground, the deer easily broke free from the rope restraint.
Now it only needs to lift its hoofs and kick the ground, and it can run into the distance, and Ji Zheng and the others can prove their victory as long as they go over and pick up the rope.
But the deer stopped abruptly, but turned its head and came in their direction. Ji Zheng's forehead twitched violently, with a desperate look on his face, as if he was afraid of it, he desperately wanted to get away, but when he saw that he was sticking to his feet, he couldn't get away no matter how hard he tried.
Hurry up. Hurry up.
He secretly looked up and found that Ming Ciyue and Gu Congyun were all staring at him to drive the deer.
Hurry up, Ji Zheng tried to drive away with his feet.
Unexpectedly, the deer sniffed and nibbled at his little cloth boots.
Ji Zheng: ... This deer is stupid.
How could such a dignified tyrant be stuck by such a soft little animal? Isn't this a collapse.
This baby's tyrant character is related to his retirement career, and his political prospects are clear.
Ji Zheng seemed to be able to sense that the protagonist was looking at him differently.
He simply scolded him with a tense face: "What are you doing! I have already helped you lure the sacrifices here. If you don't hurry up to hunt and kill, do you still have to do it?"
Hearing this, Gu Congyun did not hesitate, and immediately drew the bow again.
Ji Zheng obviously closed his eyes slightly and shrank, as if he couldn't bear to look at it.
The clearer and clearer Mingci was, he saw the twinkling light in the eyes of the emperor when he looked at the deer, how precious the deer was, and even how fast his heartbeat was when he heard that the emperor shot the arrow at the deer.
Normal teenagers laugh when they like, frown when disgusted, share when they are happy, and cry when they are sad.
On the other hand, Xiao Shengshang seems to have been deprived of the right to express his emotions from birth, and can only be a delicate porcelain doll without emotion, taking anger as the only mask to self-enclose and protect himself.
Because you are in the palace, you are destined to be unable to express your love for a certain dish, and you may be poisoned the next day.
Ming Ciyue is only a nominal member of the royal family, and he doesn't know enough about the secrets of the royal family. These days, he has unintentionally encountered him being poisoned by a teacup, framed and falling into the water, and even a concubine he doesn't like is not qualified to push away.
He is the emperor, the Supreme Being of Ninety-five, so why is he forced to hunt and kill a deer if he can't even keep his beloved?
Ming Ciyue's heart twitched suddenly, wondering how such a thin body could carry so much. I don't know why the disaster star fell from the sky, giving him the opportunity to spy on the deepest secrets of the Supreme People...
He didn't think about it any longer, got off the horse, walked over to meet Gu Congyun's arrow, blocked the little deer, picked it up and handed it to the emperor's arms.
Ordinary teenagers can have things they like, so his little prince can't be less.
"What are you doing!" The emperor's face changed suddenly, and while he was busy stuffing the deer into his arms, he scolded sharply, "This thing is dirty and heavy, so you will send it to my arms?!"
The more Ming Ci held back a smile, "The spoils have to be transported back, the sage should be patient for a while."
The emperor's face softened a little: "Then only bear it for a while, you can go back quickly."
Gu Congyun has been watching from the side, and then frowned, "The sage said that you don't want to be dirty, why does His Royal Highness King Jing disobey the decree?"
He inadvertently glanced at the emperor, the emperor's arm holding the deer froze, his expression was a little nervous, his expression was focused, and his small eyes were erratic back and forth between him and King Jing.
The more he showed that he wanted to talk to King Jing, the more focused the emperor was.
Holy lord, what does this mean?
This King Jing... After retreating from the battlefield, he was just a gentleman in the capital, and he didn't seem to have the green eyes before.
interesting.
Ming Ci replied in a more humble and arrogant manner: "The sage's spoils of war are naturally best held by the sage himself."
Gu Congyun suddenly approached the emperor and smiled heartily, "The trophy of the saint?"
"Since the saint has already hunted deer, do you want to go back on my horse?"
Ji Zheng: "Isn't that what you said first who won?"
Gu Congyun: …
He raised his eyebrows indifferently, threw his whip, rode his horse around the emperor, and left first.
Ji Zheng suddenly relaxed, a little frustrated, angry and helpless, and blamed Ming Ci for crossing the line, "Who told you to be smart and have to hunt deer with me in front of Gu Congyun? Don't you want to fight for yourself at all? Fame! You never thought about it for you..."
How did the fawn, who represented the struggle for power and ambition, end up being his trophy?
Gu Congyun must have thought that Ming Ciyue was trying to help the tyrant and gang up with the tyrant.
So how does the plot of the protagonist conquer the world and win the world? !
Ji Zheng's pair of warm eyes was about to turn off, "Forget it..." He touched the deer's head and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You don't understand even if you say it, what a big deal can your temper be!"
He was really worried and distressed about Ming Ciyue's future, and by the way, he also prayed that his retirement would not be affected.
Ming Ci Yue just said: "This minister is the sage's entourage, what else needs to be done? I'll be very satisfied to accompany the sage to fight for the deer."
Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment, and hugged the deer tightly, his heart and chest were warm. But he swayed his feet back and forth, kicked Ming Ciyue, and said softly, "You are so stupid, you..."
Such stupid protagonists are rare.
Ming Ci smiled with approval, and seemed to be in a good mood.
Their dark horses also began to set off to return.
"Your Highness?" Ming Ci called softly, but found that the young man in his arms turned a deaf ear, bowing his head and refusing to give him a look.
When he lowered his head, he found that the emperor was feeding the deer with leaves, and a gold silk scarf had been wrapped around his calf. , rubbed dirty and wrinkled.
In an instant, Ming Ciyue's smile disappeared.
Ji Zheng raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly met Mingci's more inquisitive gaze. The leaves were half fed, and a smirk froze at the corner of his mouth, "...It was the one who moved his mouth first."
The camp was right in front of him, and he suddenly remembered something, "Uncle Huang, then this time around hunting me, even if you win..."
"Ming Ciyue, Xin Erlie." Li Yang suddenly got up from the viewing platform, put his hands on his chest, and bowed in the direction of the dark horse. Immediately afterward, the Western Desert people also followed the movements of their wolf master and bowed down.
Xin Erlie, in the Western Desert language, the tengu eclipses the moon, the pure black crescent moon, is the name of the Western Desert people to the nightmare killing **** Ciyue who once swept through their six divisions.
Ji Zheng's complexion changed, he knew that Li Yang had already recognized that King Jing of Dayan was Xin Erlie back then.
He instantly became tense, and even many of the courtiers of the Dayan Emperor who were present stood up and stared at the people of the Western Desert, not knowing what they were going to do.
The atmosphere was hanged to the extreme, the sword was drawn, and it was about to explode.
On the other hand, Ming Ci Yue didn't react at all to his old name. He lowered his head and called Yuan Ming to come over and take the emperor away first. He rode a horse, supported a deer, kicked the horse's hooves, and slowly approached Li Yang.
Li Yang didn't seem to care that he was treated so condescendingly. He showed great tolerance and politeness towards Ming Ci. His eyes rolled around, he smiled slyly, raised his head, and opened his mouth with a string of West Desert words. .
Ming Ci has been fighting at the frontier for many years, and naturally he can understand Ximo language, but when he replies, he only uses Dayan Mandarin, and it is almost single-byte, concise, and extremely indifferent. Compared with his usual warm image, it is extremely subversive. .
"Um."
"right."
"what."
In addition to Ming Yue, the Dayan people who couldn't understand became more and more anxious, and there were restless whispers all over the place.
Ji Zheng had been escorted back to the soft chair on the main stage of the hunting ground by Yuan Ming, and he quietly pulled Yuan Ming, "Can you understand, translate it to me."
Yuan Ming listened carefully and frowned, "Li Yang is asking him if he would like to go back to Ximo with them. They are willing to let go of the past and treat him with high courtesy."
So openly digging walls? !
However, Ji Zheng can understand why Li Yang did this. Ming Ci Yue is always the sharpest blade. Instead of aiming the blade at him, it is better to hold the hilt in the palm of his hand.
But why did Li Yang suddenly bring this up, and who gave him the confidence.
Li Yang beckoned lightly, and walked out from Li Ying's side with another figure in red, also wearing a veil, looking a bit similar to Li Ying from a distance, and walked to Li Yang's side in small steps.
Yuan Ming continued to translate: "Li Yang promised him that as long as he is willing to go to West Desert, he will marry Princess West Desert to him, and let him enjoy royal treatment as soon as he goes."
"In this way, Dayan and Xi Mo have a double marriage, and the relationship can be even closer... Ah, that person seems to be the princess of Xi Mo."
Ji Zheng knew, Li Ying and Li Yang's sister, this is a real woman, and the one who was originally sent to the capital to be with her, but the original owner had a very strange taste, so he kept his brother and didn't want a sister.
This episode that didn't exist in the original book completely disrupted the plot, and Ji Zheng sat up nervously.
I saw that the woman suddenly pulled out a dagger from her arms and handed it out with both hands.
"…This is?"
Yuan Ming swallowed his saliva and said nervously, "This is the custom of betrothal in the West Desert. As long as the husband kills the prey on the spot and gives the animal skin to the woman, the betrothal will be considered a success."
Ji Zheng's little deer is still on Ming Ciyue's horse, and it is the engagement ceremony that Princess Ximo needs.
He waited for Ming Ci to open his mouth to refuse, only to see him suddenly leaning over and beckoning to the princess.
One person on horseback, one person on horseback, from a distance, their heads are about to touch each other, and the shadows overlap, which is extremely ambiguous.
Li Yang also gradually revealed a satisfied smile.
Ming Ci Yue asked what he was doing, Ji Zheng's heart beat in his throat.
But he saw him suddenly reach out to the woman's neck.
Li Yang's face changed instantly, and he suddenly raised his hand to pull the woman back, but it was too late. Ming Ciyue's hand was very fast, and he pulled a pendant from the woman's neck.
Li Yang didn't hold back his emotions, and scolded something out loud.
When Yuan Ming was surprised, he said slowly, "...His Royal Highness snatched the key that locked the sheepfold."
The next moment, Ming Ci Yue rode the horse, raised his front hoofs, and kicked the dagger directly from the woman's hands to the ground, almost tripping her with a little inertia.
With a small spark, the Dayan people and the Ximo people became excited and noisy.
"Why can you only be loyal to the King of Dayan, you are obviously of noble blood, and you are a prince!"
Li Yang suddenly changed to the official language of Dayan, without shyness, the words went straight to Ji Zheng, and raised his voice, "Why did Prince Guiwei act as a guard, his wings were broken and he was put on shackles, Xi Mo will never do this casually. Treat your own prince. Who is it that hurt you like this?"
"Xin Erlie, you've become so much that I couldn't even recognize you at first sight."
"Perhaps, you are not as good as me now."
Ji Zheng listened and listened, I understood, who gave Li Yang confidence, it was him, it was his repeated humiliation of Ming Ciyue in front of others, intentionally or unintentionally, that Li Yang misunderstood something, but unfortunately he understands the plot and understands better Ming Ci Yue, knowing that it is impossible for this person to defect.
Ji Zheng slowly frowned, it's better to make a mistake and take advantage of this opportunity...
Ming Ci Yue was not provoked at all, and saluted: "The wolf master misunderstood, I am a commoner, not of royal blood."
"Uncle, you don't need to belittle yourself." The voice suddenly came from a high position, and the youth's unique Qingli was deliberately disguised. It sounded cold and alienated, aloof and unacceptable.
"Uncle Huang is riding horses and chasing the deer for me today, winning the first place, surpassing the fierce horses in the Western Desert, and showing me the majesty of a big swallow, I..." The little emperor under the black armor of the animal robe is thin but not weak, and now his hands are on the armrests Up, slouched his head, looked around, and smiled thoughtfully.
That smile, squinting almond eyes, red lips and teeth, was beautiful and scary.
The eyes of the people from the West Desert were attracted, and there were even daring people who raised their eyebrows maliciously, while all the people in Dayan present shuddered and kept silent, worried that the willful and stubborn young emperor had something else on his mind.
"How about giving the uncle a white jade crown?" The ending sounded softly, with a little smile, but it sounded very sincere.
The white jade crown, the white jade crown, the king plus white is the emperor.
The whole place was silent, and then there was an uproar. The irony of this sentence is too blatant. The emperor is implying that King Jing's rebelliousness is obvious, which has aroused the suspicion of the sage and advised him to act carefully.
But there is an invitation from an enemy country outside, and there is pressure from the Son of Heaven inside. If they are King Jing, I am afraid that they will be angry and rebel!
The people of the Western Desert were noisy, and I couldn't hear the seriousness of what they said. I only felt that the King of Dayan was going to increase his competition.
Using the throne as a weight? Li Yang narrowed his eyes cautiously.
The more Ming Ci knelt down and lowered his head, raised his head and stared at the Son of Heaven for a long time. The time was too long, and it was so long that people doubted that this glance could penetrate the heart. After a while, his expression returned to indifference, he said nothing, only presented the deer and pendant with both hands, expressing his decision with actions.
The people of Dayan looked at each other in dismay, and they were extremely surprised. In the past, I only knew that King Jing was a gentleman, gentle and forbearing, but I didn't expect that he could swallow such a bright provocative warning.
Ji Zheng was even more surprised.
Dressed up...?
Putting more pressure on Ming Ci seems to have failed. He suddenly became irritable and looked around again. Everyone was afraid of himself and didn't dare to look directly, which showed that his acting skills were still online.
What he wants is not the surrender of Ming Ciyue, the tribute of Ming Ciyue, and the loyalty of Ming Ciyue!
Ji Zheng suddenly discovered a problem, I don't know when it started, the uncle was no longer afraid of him.
In Ming Ciyue's eyes, he read humility and calm, but he couldn't read surprise or fear.
Jing still has respect for the emperor, just... not afraid anymore.
Doesn't he believe that he will really give him a big white hat in a fit of rage?
Without fear, threats and provocations are ineffective. He doesn't know whether Ming Ci Yue will choose to go to the throne.
The plot of his future seems to have fallen into an unknown quagmire little by little.
Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva, and the sense of crisis awakened in his heart little by little. He was clearly in the big cloak, but his body temperature cooled down a little in this hunting cold wind.
He impatiently excused himself to leave the stage because he was exhausted, and the crowd hurriedly surrounded and served him to leave, and even Ming Ci Yue, who was kneeling on the ground, got up and tried to catch up.
Li Ying suddenly laughed, and the clear laughter was extremely abrupt on such an occasion.
"What are you laughing at?" Ji Zheng had to stop.
I saw Li Ying gave him a meaningful look, then turned his head and asked, "Why is His Royal Highness King Jing still not married at this age?"
This kind of question is private and abrupt, but it instantly grabbed the attention of everyone present.
Even Ji Zheng turned back, his eyes passing through the crowds.
Unexpectedly, this glance directly rushed to Ming Ciyue's gaze, which seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, like a snaring trap to entrap him.
When the eyes met, Ji Zheng's mood became even more depressed, and he lowered his head quickly as if he had been pierced. After a while, he heard Ming Ci said more indifferently, "The frontier is uncertain, and there is no way to get married."
Uncertain frontier, no marriage.
Ji Zheng whispered silently in his heart.
Li Ying smiled slightly, not paying much attention to this answer, just pushed the woman next to him, and blatantly teased and hinted: "Tonight's red tent, waiting for Your Highness."
At nightfall, Ji Zheng held Tang Po in his arms, as if thinking about something, walking the deer around the camp at a slow pace, and finally moved back to his monarch's tent.
Ming Ci voluntarily guarded with a sword as usual, not disturbing the emperor, he followed step by step, his footsteps silently followed behind him, not far or near, just enough to pull people back to his arms with one arm.
Ji Zheng entered the tent, Xiaolu bit the horn of his robe and followed, Ming Ciyue was about to go in together, but was suddenly slapped by the tent door.
"Your Highness?" Ming Ci was a little surprised. Without the order of the emperor, he would not trespass or leave, and had to stand silently in the bleak and cold wind.
After a while, the light from a slit slowly fell on him, and Mingci raised his head quickly.
But this time, even the deer was kicked behind the **** and driven out.
"It's getting late at night, Uncle Huang, please return the account." Ji Zheng seemed to be extremely afraid of the cold, and only willing to show his head from the gap, "How could the dignified Prince Dayan not even have his own tent? Western Desert people think that I have bullied people."
"Kechen is supposed to be a guard of the Imperial Army..."
Ji Zheng interrupted him, "I made a mistake to let King Jing be the bodyguard. After returning to the city, you can go back to the mansion by yourself. I will give you a new house, double your salary, and take care of the marriage for the uncle."
"This deer has been following me. It's very annoying. King Jing helped me with one last thing. Let's solve it."
Ming Ci subconsciously raised his head to look into the eyes of the emperor, but found that the backlight was in a shadow at this time, and he couldn't see or read anything, "I don't want a new house, and I don't want a salary."
"Yeah." Ji Zheng replied vaguely without paying much attention, "If you want to stand, just stand here, I won't force King Jing to do anything, the prince's tent is on the side, or..." He went to the brightly lit place in the distance. He glanced at him and said softly, "The red tent and the princess of the Western Desert people are still waiting for the uncle. It's a happy event to have a kiss."
After he finished speaking, he closed the tent door without waiting for the clear remarks to reply.
Before, he thought that keeping Ming Ci Yue by his side could take care of him, humiliate him, and arouse his rebellious heart. He never thought that he would be so submissive, his temper became softer and softer, he lost his distance, lost his fear, and even lost his fear. Also used to his identity as a bodyguard.
He suddenly shrank his neck lightly, an inexplicable feeling of guilt arises spontaneously... I hope that what he did this time will be right.
Ji Zheng stared at the curtain in front of the door.
The stove in the house is baking, warm and fragrant, the sky outside is reddish, and the cold wind is blowing, as if it is about to snow, and the curtains on each window are swept away by the wind.
Only the curtain in front of the door remained motionless.
Ji Zheng sighed, he knew that Ming Ci Yue must still be standing at the door, suffering from the cold wind.
A stick of incense...wait for another stick of incense. Ji Zheng stared at the incense stick, forcing himself not to look at the door.
But this incense seemed to have an energy-gathering ring, and one section was stronger than four, and it took a century for it to finally drop a small ash of incense.
No, he still stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the door. At least his precious deer son can't stand the cold.
The road was only halfway through, when Ji Zheng's legs suddenly softened, and he fell to his knees a step away from the door, his consciousness instantly began to sag.
Uncle...
Ji Zheng suddenly opened his eyes and met a pair of glass-like familiar pupils. The owner of the pupils seemed to be startled by him and shrank back.
Li Ying?
No, this is the West Desert princess.
Ji Zheng lifted his obviously limp arm, and found himself on Li Ying's couch in the red tent last night, and the exotic red gauze bound on his body was exactly the same as that on the princess.
He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that there was no sound, not even a single sound.
The princess also opened her mouth, shook her head at him, and pointed to the burnt incense altar beside her.
It was the incense stick just now!
The princess pointed to the small bowl on the side, and then pointed to Ji Zheng's lower abdomen.
What's the meaning? Diarrhea medicine? poison? Ji Zheng was very puzzled, the princess gestured and gestured, but she couldn't explain it.
"What's wrong? The Sage woke up, did you drink the antidote?" It was Li Ying who came in.
The princess hurriedly stopped and shook her head. Li Ying gave her a cold look, and she immediately stepped aside.
Li Ying turned her head towards Ji Zheng, and resumed her usual smile, "Your Majesty, my concubine is here to serve you and take the antidote."
Today's Li Ying has completely recovered the attire of a man in the Western Desert. He is dressed in military uniform, with black hair braided into a long whip at the back of his head. The whip comes out from the palm of his hand and circles around his arm like a poisonous snake. If it is said that women's clothing is gorgeous, today This men's clothing is an exotic monster who can't distinguish between men and women.
By the way, he has to call himself a concubine.
Ji Zheng got goosebumps all over.
Li Ying had already carried the bowl of medicine, got on the couch, and approached him little by little, with a look of shame on his face.
"The sage was still powerful last night, and the concubine invited you over because he missed it." He admitted his mistake sincerely, "The concubine knows that it is wrong, this is the antidote, you can talk after drinking it, but it's just a couch. It's a little fun, the concubine didn't tie you up, you can go back after drinking the medicine, and I hope the sage will spare the concubine."
After speaking, he took a gentlemanly step back, took a sip and licked his lips, fearing that Ji Zheng would not believe it, he added, "After all, it's interesting that the couch can still make a sound, what do you think?"
Ji Zheng took the bowl, raised his head, pretended to want to drink, and watched the other party's expression vigilantly.
It doesn't look like a laxative.
"When the sage was riding a horse in the street and tied the concubine back to the palace, tonight the concubine also forced the sage to bring him over. We have already evened out." Li Ying lowered her eyes, "...Drink the antidote, and we will be fine in the future."
The medicinal liquid slowly slid down, and the aroma was sweet, as if it really had the magical effect of reducing the pressure on Ji Zheng's throat, and it had already touched his soft lips.
He suddenly heard Li Ying recite in an angry voice, "...Zhengzheng."
Zheng Zheng? Li Ying didn't know his real name, so it shouldn't be calling him. Ji Zheng suddenly recalled that this was the name Ming Ci Yue casually gave when he was in a coma that day and Li Ying lied about being pregnant.
child? Is there really a childbirth drug in this world?
This original book is obviously not a childbirth text, he should not be a male mother! !
Li Ying wanted a child, the child of King Dayan, the bloodline of the Ninety-five Supreme.
Ji Zheng was so frightened that he spewed out a mouthful and threw the bowl. At the same time, there was a loud fight outside.
Li Ying suddenly changed his face, stood up, turned his head and glanced at Ji Zheng, "Did you call the person?"
How could Ji Zheng be called? He opened his mouth blankly, trying to call out for help, but it was useless.
Ming Ciyue's horse hoofs were raised high, kicking over the door of the red tent directly, and the cold wind suddenly poured in.
The battle in front of him seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.
The entire red tent was filled with people, each wearing an exotic red gauze, with a satin hijab in the custom of Dayan on their faces, tall and short, and their bodies were tucked under their clothes, making it impossible to tell them apart.
"Xin Erlie has figured out that he is coming to marry my lady of the West Desert?" Li Yang stood beside the door, playing with his horsewhip. He was not angry, and greeted him with a smile, "You can only choose one, and you can take the hijab. If you choose, the princess can be a guest in Xi Mo, if you choose someone else..." Li Yang's eyes were bent.
Countless muscular and knotted West Desert people were scattered around the four corners of the tent, bursting with frivolous laughter.
The clearer words are ignored.
Plop, plop, it's right in this account.
The voice was fierce and powerful, like a miracle from heaven, giving him another chance to find his holy master.
Just now, he shouldn't have flinched, he shouldn't have hesitated, and he shouldn't have left with a single push, leaving him in the tent surrounded by tigers and wolves.
Where is the heartbeat...
There was a sudden roar of horses' hooves outside the house, and Mingci raised his head abruptly, and countless thumps of horses' hoofs stepped on the eardrum beside his ears, on his chest and heart, covering the slightly weak thumping sound.
The heartbeat was lost, and he was lost.
"Where are you, Lord, call the minister a sentence, just one sentence."
A sense of unease suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart and spread along the tendons.
No one moved or made a sound. It was so quiet that he wondered if the Holy One was really here.
The gloomy, ruthless, and unscrupulous disaster star, lost the voice of the Holy One, like being banished from the mountains and forests, nothing can suppress him, trap him, restrain him. Even if he waved his knives to check his eyes one by one, and slashed them one by one, he would kill all the people who couldn't hear his voice, and he would definitely be able to slash all the way to the Sage.
Ming Ci suddenly met a pair of beautiful glazed eyes, the princess of the West Desert that he had seen in the daytime.
Across the red hijab, his eyes were hazy. He had just started to kill when he saw the woman open her mouth and shook her head at him.
It was only now that Ming Ci came to understand, the Son of Heaven couldn't say it now.
"Sacred Lord, look at the minister, the minister is standing here." Ming Ci crossed into the crowd, his eyes wandered between countless identical red silk and satin, trying to focus his eyes, "As long as the saint is willing to call the minister, the minister will definitely can hear."
He stood waiting in silence.
"Sir, what do you want?"
"Think of something, my lord..."
He was afraid, afraid that the Son of Heaven no longer needed him, and he no longer needed him to listen.
After a long while, Ming Ci took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "I heard it, I heard the sage calling for the minister."
"Ming Ci Yue who are you coaxing, I can't say anything at all!"
Ming Ci Yue: ...?
The voice came suddenly, rambled, and was extremely noisy, and it suddenly broke into my mind. It was immature and irritable, and it was almost impossible to recognize Mingci.
The little emperor was shivering, scared, so scared that he could only be irritable and angry, but in fact, even his heart sounded like a cry.
Ming Ci rarely indulges himself like this, no longer cares about the damage to Emperor Xing, captures every word, carves it into the bottom of his heart, and holds it out again and again, and ponders it between his lips and teeth.
He tried to take a few steps in the direction of the voice, and the voice really got louder, "Why are you hesitating, come here, it's me, it's me, can't you see it so close?"
Ming Ci took a few steps faster, but listened again...
"Ah, wait, wait, don't come, don't come, no, I'm still wearing women's clothes."
Women's clothing? It was indeed a woman's dress, with red gauze covering jade skin, plum blossoms around Haruyuki, and every inch of exposed texture was so beautiful that it made people want to brutally destroy it and carve their own traces.
"Uuuuu, I accidentally touched the childbirth medicine just now. I don't know if this medicine is true or not. It's too embarrassing. This kind of **** novel's pickled stuff must be hidden from Uncle Huang."
Ming Ci Yue: Oh, I already know.
Too late... He licked his lower lip, he heard it, he heard it all, go to his calamity, go to his uncle and nephew Junchen Lunchang, he has never been a gentleman of Duanfang, rather than indulge others to touch it again and again Better let him come.
He wanted to disturb the Emperor Star and imprison the Son of Heaven in his arms.
"Your Majesty, it is the minister who is late to rescue him."
Ji Zheng blinked at Ming Ci Yue, and suddenly he couldn't spit out a word.
Mingyue really came to him, passing through the same red silk and satin, and recognized him from the crowd at a glance.
Ji Zheng was carefully guarded in his arms and touched as the most precious treasure in the world.
His nose was sour, and he almost tremblingly pushed Ming Ci Yue's chest, and then he couldn't help but hold it tightly in his hand.
In my heart, I said silently over and over again: "Uncle Huang is late, really late, so late, so late..."
Ming Ci Yue let him push and shove, and replied in a low voice, "I'm late, it's really late."
Ji Zheng bit his lower lip and swallowed helplessly, trying to swallow the shame, fear, joy and emotion.
He used to think that Ming Ci was the unreachable moon on the horizon, but now he felt that this person was a beam of bright white chasing light, always illuminating from behind.
It will be found wherever it is, and it will be followed by the light wherever it is in the shadows.
Ji Zheng sniffed fiercely, the medicinal effect of the incense stick was still there, he was speechless, and gestured to make Mingci carry him more and more.
I was thinking secretly in my heart, "It's better to carry it on your back. This gauze is too thin to cover anything. It's too much skin contact when you hold it in front of you."
Immediately, Ming Ci Yue directly hugged him in his arms, supported his calf, half of the red gauze hung in the air, and swayed lightly in the air with the broken white calf.
Ji Zheng: ...?
This posture and this dress are too shameful, he turned Ming Ciyue's head over, and whispered in his heart: "Uncle Huang, don't look at me, what's the difference between men, what's so beautiful about me."
But the more it was like this, the hotter the sight in front of him became, it still had substance, and it burned his cheeks.
Ji Zheng: …