The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 18

Ji Zheng was helpless: “Don’t you believe that I believe in your loyalty?”

The better Mingci seemed to be dazed for a while by his nesting doll question. He raised his head, puzzled, and showed Ji Zheng’s familiar, gentle and clear eyes.

“There is absolutely no one who doesn’t believe in the Holy One…”

“Forget it, I’ll ask casually.” When Ji Zheng saw his eyes, he was inexplicably doused with fire, and he had nowhere to show his anger, and said with disgust, “A person like you can’t hide your thoughts. , write it all on your face, I can’t understand it any more, and I don’t know how it will become a big thing in the future… I think you can only be a palace guard.”

Ji Zheng really could not have imagined that the more sincere the clear words are, the more sincere they will be, even the dark blade can be easily delivered to others. Helping such a person to ascend to the throne is simply more difficult than ascending to the sky.

Such silly and sweet protagonists are rare.

So Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue with more pity.

“Silly white sweet” Ming Ci Yue did not deny it, and smiled lightly: “There is nothing wrong with being a bodyguard. Thank you for letting the ministers still be able to eat the salary in the palace.”

For some unknown reason, those Dark Blade servants who bowed their heads all raised their heads, and the expressions on their faces were crowded and crowded. They were extremely complicated.

Ji Zheng glanced at them, thought for a moment, and pretended to mention it casually: “You are following Prince Jing, there is another named Han Cheng, what about others?”

The leading attendant opened his mouth, then fell silent again, looking at Ming Ciyue with a look of hesitant to speak.

Ji Zheng said: “Look at what he does, I ordered you to say it.”

The more Mingci looked back at the attendant, his tone was calm and calm: “If the sage asks you to answer, you will answer truthfully, and you must not deceive the king.”

The attendant quickly kowtowed his head and said shiveringly, “Big Brother Han felt sick a few days ago. His Royal Highness King Jing gave him a long vacation and allowed him to return to his hometown to recuperate.”

“I knew you wouldn’t do anything with him… that’s all.” Ji Zheng hooked his lips, with such an expression on his face, “Just now you said that my imperial servant has his own dragon power, I see that you are too imperial Gentle and relaxed, it won’t shock anyone.”

Mingci nodded his head more and more: “The Holy One taught you yes.”

Attendant: “…”

After showing up once, all the attendants continued to bring back the mask of Yi Rong, changing back to the most ordinary and unremarkable appearance. Although Ji Zheng didn’t say anything on the surface, once he knew that there were people who were guarding him all the time in the entire palace, he did feel a lot more at ease.

At least someone, under the pressure of the Empress Dowager, held out a small piece of the sky for him

Many of the Dark Blade’s team were trained by Ming Ciyue from their own family. Their original names were Ming. After Ming’s family was raided due to an unjust case, they were forced to change their surnames. When Ming Ci was busy with his official business, the one who accompanied Ji Zheng in his place was the one who named himself Yuan Ming, and the connotation was self-evident.

Ji Zheng’s legs were barely recovering. Yuanming’s craftsmanship is good. Ji Zheng drew him a few sketches, and he actually made the wheelchair exactly as it was. He used the wheels made of pear cork, and added a layer of soft felt to ensure that the wheelchair falls on the ground. The ground is silent, and the back of the armchair with finely carved dragons can be called a unique imperial wheelchair.

The more tall and superior Ming Ci was, the more Ji Zheng was held in his arms by Ming Ci and rested on his shoulders, he always felt that his self-esteem as a man was being hit. He always felt that sitting in the imperial wheelchair was more dignified than being held, at least there would be no harm if there was no comparison.

That evening, the imperial kitchen said that at the request of Concubine Ying, a table full of spicy and spicy food was simmered according to the original owner’s taste, hoping to ward off the cold for the emperor’s strong body. Ji Zheng didn’t eat a few mouthfuls of heartburn, so he put down his chopsticks. In the middle of the night, I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep, so I had to say that it was because of my bloated stomach and wanted to digest food, so Yuan Ming pushed him to go for a walk.

Ji Zheng instructed Yuan Ming to stay outside the door and never let anyone in. He walked quietly to find food by himself.

The small kitchen was large and empty, and it was dark at night when no candles were lit.

He went to the stove in the dark, but found that the stove was still warm and warm, and there were a few clusters of unextinguished small sparks with bits of ashes, flickering and disappearing.

Some people have used it just now, but it seems that it has not been taken away or finished after cooking.

Ji Zheng himself is not the delicate temperament of being an emperor. He is not very particular. He picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites in the dark. It was still dumplings, even the same skin as the banquet that day. When he took a bite, there was a small ball of sesame sweet filling inside. I don’t know what method I used, but when I entered the eloquence, it turned into a piece of quicksand, and the aftertaste left the fragrance between my lips and teeth.

Are there other fillings in northern dumplings?

Ji Zheng wiped his lips contentedly, and before he could swallow the remaining half, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the other side of the stove.

anyone?

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment, put down his chopsticks, and wheeled around in the slightly empty kitchen, trying to find a place to hide for the time being.

But the sound of the footsteps was obviously wrong, and not only did they follow, but they followed them for half a step.

The specially made wheelchair is already very quiet, and it rolls on the ground as lightly as falling on the snow, making no sound at all, leaving no flaws.

But the man was still biting at the back, his footsteps were slow, and he was extremely leisurely, as if… he could easily grasp his movement trajectory.

How exactly? ! Ji Zheng held his breath and suppressed every sound in his body, but the sound of his heartbeat gradually amplified and covered his ears. He suddenly thought of Han Cheng who had been poisoned before, and thought of the man on ice who had not yet been found, and there was a buzzing in his head.

Indeed, coming here alone in the middle of the night is too hasty.

He didn’t dare to make a sound to startle the people behind him, he just slid towards the door quickly.

The closer he got to the door, the closer the person was to him, and the moment he was about to approach the candlelight by the door, the person suddenly circled in front of him from the other side.

For a moment, only one sentence flashed in Ji Zheng’s mind, “His Royal Highness King Jing has heard a strange heartbeat, is it still there?”

heartbeat?

With a strange feeling, Ji Zheng subconsciously called out, “Uncle, don’t scare me…”

A candle lit up in front of him, very close, and through the flickering candlelight, he could clearly see the face on the opposite side.

It seemed to be the eyes of a beast that had just finished a hunt, with bloodshot eyes full of exhaustion, and a long-suffering hunger flashed by.

Ji Zheng took a half step back in horror, the outline of these eyebrows was clearly familiar to him, but he couldn’t remember the look in his eyes. Before he could calm down and look again, the man on the opposite side had already lit a candle on the side with a candle, and the whole house suddenly lit up.

Ming Ci rubbed his brows more, lowered his eyes and said helplessly, “Your Highness.”

Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ciyue’s face, which was the same as usual, and still had lingering fears, “Hello, guard, come to the small kitchen to sit with me in the middle of the night!”

He lightly hit Ming Ciyue’s calf with his wheelchair, but was caught by the wheel and completely unable to move. Ming Ci got closer and closer, “Chen is chasing after people who eat Chen Xiao’s food, I didn’t expect…” He squatted on the sage.

Ji Zheng followed Ming Ci’s more intentional or unintentional gaze, and saw dumplings that looked like they were eaten by little mice.

His cheeks burned with panic, he coughed a few times, looked at Ming Ciyue with a bit of ridicule, and said frivolously, “I didn’t expect that a beautiful gentleman with Duan Fang Ruyu would be so hungry in the middle of the night that he couldn’t sleep.”

“A gentleman is a human being, so naturally he will be hungry.” The more Ming Ci looked back at his gaze, his Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his voice was low and hoarse in the middle of the night.

“… Besides, the minister is not a gentleman.”

“So the sage wants to accompany the minister to eat a little?” He changed his tone and approached the plate to eat. Seeing that Ji Zheng hesitated for a long time and refused to pick up the chopsticks, he smiled indifferently, picked up the chopsticks first, then picked out the half of the dumplings, and took a small sip along the small, crooked teeth marks.

Ming Ci is testing poison for him.

The cleanliness person who once dropped him because of a little ink, now a lip print covers his bite mark.

The red lips were slightly open, and the fangs were rubbing the milky white and tender dumpling skin lightly, like the predation of some fierce beast, picking up someone’s weak white neck…

Ji Zheng looked at it, with some indescribable taste, “That’s not what I meant!” He hurriedly grabbed the chopsticks and swallowed the whole one. As soon as he entered the mouth, the sesame heart melted, and he closed his eyes. Once again indulged in the mellow taste on the tongue.

“You eat too, don’t look at me.”

“The skin is a little bit of crystal glutinous dough left over from that day.”

Ji Zheng said casually, “Well, how dare you take people’s food to fool me.”

Really fragrant.

The next moment, Ming Ci Yue separated the remaining three or four skins and fillings, and carefully gave him all the sugar fillings of the sesame heart.

The sugar filling is indeed more palatable to Ji Zheng. He looked at Ming Ci Yue who only ate the dough, and said dumbly, “I… have you ordered me like this before?”

“It’s a little habit of the minister’s mother. This dish is also changed from the minister’s hometown. The Jiangnan side is so sweet. Different from this kind of dumpling, a kind of round glutinous noodle ball is often wrapped in winter. Bag…”

While eating, Ji Zheng listened to Ming Ci and said a lot about his own family. These are trivial matters of the protagonist’s childhood, and there are not many involved in the original book.

Hearing Xingtou, he couldn’t help but ask, “What happened later?” As soon as he said it, he regretted it too late.

Later, Ming’s father was re-enlisted to sit in the northwest and lead troops to fight. Later, the unwarranted corruption and injustice case in Jiangnan happened. Later, Ming’s house was sealed. Later, Ming’s mother was depressed and died on the way to Beijing… He clearly knew all this. .

Ji Zheng felt a little remorseful, but as long as he spoke more clearly, he reluctantly agreed to help him overturn the case in the future.

Ming Ci Yue just paused for a short while, and said lightly, “After that, I didn’t eat too much, which made people occasionally panic at night.”

Yuan Ming came in early, standing by the side, and was a little anxious at this time, “Your Majesty is gracious, why didn’t your Highness say Madam she…”

Ji Zheng was also a little worried for him.

Ming Ciyue raised his eyes slightly from the porcelain plate: “Chen I prepared food from my hometown in the middle of the night and invited the sage, not to let the sage hear those bad things, and there is no intention to approach the sage.”

This is a very gentleman, but it is also in line with the temperament of Ming Ciyue. Ji Zheng smacked his lips lightly, and it was no longer good to eat.

Not far away, the stove seemed to be burning something, and suddenly some metal fell to the ground with a clanging sound. Ji Zheng got closer, slid over and picked it up. It was a short dagger with the words “Han…

Before Ji Zheng could see clearly, Ming Ciyue had already taken it lightly, “It’s something from Han Cheng, a subordinate of the minister. The minister took it with him and sent it to him when he thought about it.” His tone changed slightly, “It was late at night. Now, I still **** the saint to bed earlier.”

Ji Zheng was in a low mood and didn’t think carefully about whether it was right or wrong. He still stopped in the matter just now, “Hancheng is also from Jiangnan…” I wonder if Ming Ci will feel homesick when sending things.

The more You Mingci was there, the more he could not use a wheelchair. He insisted that he could not learn to push, so he half picked up the person, escorted him back to the Yanfu Hall, and placed him on the couch.

Hearing the deliberately light footsteps outside the tent, Ji Zheng suddenly recalled that in the darkness just now, Ming Ci was able to accurately capture his position. Is his hearing too good?

Although it feels like a fantasy…

Ji Zheng quietly pulled the curtain and saw Ming Ciyue standing outside, the figure like a long sword, bathed in the flowing moonlight under the window, silent and forbear, the shoulder and neck line protecting the black armor, Gentle and powerful, the slightly convex Adam’s apple between the neck, when rolling up and down gently, the feeling of rubbing the palm of your hand…

He suddenly became hot and dry, so he quickly retracted his gaze, continued to lie down gently, closed his eyes tightly, and breathed evenly.

Silently recited in my heart: “Ming Ci Yue, can you hear it?”

He listened carefully, there was no response outside.

“Mingciyue, if you stand outside and don’t leave, I count you as listening.”

There were no footsteps outside.

No, it’s not uncommon for people to stay vigil at night without leaving.

Ji Zheng pursed his lips and said for the last time, “Uncle Huang, my dragon bed is here, if you have the heart, I can force it…”

The cloth boots fell to the ground, slowly and steadily, approaching steadily.

Ji Zheng: …? ?

No, really? !

The author has something to say:

Little Emperor: Is the protagonist enlightened? Really want to climb the bed? ! I’m just the king of the mouth hi world

“Silly White Sweet” Uncle: … Your Majesty, are you playing with fire? ?

The content of the copy will be there. After reading the outline, there are about a few chapters left. I wrote it slowly before. I will try to write more in the future. I won’t say much. Thank you for understanding, don’t fatten me QAQ, Bihart