The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 26

Ji Zheng’s entire cheek was slightly hot, and he was completely awakened from the drowsiness just now, and he was a little confused as if he was caught in a nightmare.

He abruptly sat upright on the dragon chair, clenching the armrests with both hands, like a blown-up cat, slightly bowed his back and pressed against the back of the chair.

The clear words in the dream are more, gloomy, dangerous, and condescending. The real uncle, gentle and reliable, looked up at him.

But now the two are gradually becoming one.

The Ming Ci that Chuan Shu has seen these days is always dressed in black armor, so low-key that it can’t be more low-key, as if a shadow is closely behind him, without the slightest bit of the protagonist’s style. Ji Zheng let him hold him, let him wait on him, let him protect him, and sometimes he almost forgot that he was only a temporary substitute on the throne.

But now that Mingci really changed into the thorn python court clothes, and approached step by step, Ji Zheng suddenly thought of the day in the book that he was forced to abdicate, and the same was true, and he was suppressed.

It’s not that he is unwilling to abdicate, it’s more just an instinctual crisis of being grabbed by the neck.

Ming Ci Yue’s brows were lowered, and he looked straight at him without concealment.

This person himself has never lacked the appearance and temperament that the protagonist should have.

What is he looking at? When you look at the throne, you must be looking at the throne, you can only look at the throne…

“Your Highness, Your Highness?” Li Ruhai bowed and called to him, “It’s time to pick up the sword.”

Ji Zheng suddenly returned to his senses, and Li Ruhai handed him a long white jade sword.

The hilt of the sword was facing him, and the tip of the sword was facing down the steps.

What is this to do, cut off the rebellion, kill… kill?

“This sword… I can’t do it!” Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva, and as soon as he twisted the hilt, he shrank his hand, the sword hit his wrist bone with a muffled sound, and fell back heavily, thanks to Li Ruhai’s hand. Pad at the bottom.

The people below were a little surprised, their eyes all converged, and there were even those who were standing in a remote corner talking quietly.

“After all, the Holy One doesn’t want to give this white jade sword.”

“It’s not his own uncle, he must be born.”

“King Jing is talented again. After all, his original surname is Ming, and he can’t enter the ancestral hall. It’s a pity…”

“It is said that the sage only used him as a guard on weekdays, but that day he suddenly wanted to give him a white jade crown, and even ridiculed him in front of Xi Mo’s background and his ambitions.”

The more Mingci looked up at the young emperor in the high position, he immediately understood the loss of his calmness. The red mark on his cheek has not disappeared, and the end of his eyes is red, full of ignorance just woken up.

He didn’t listen to the turbulent rumors below, he hooked his lips a little helplessly, and opened his mouth slightly, “Sword, give sword.”

Ji Zheng: … sleepy.

It turned out to be the gift of the sword, Ji Zheng made up his mind and recalled that it was still his own idea. The promised white jade crown could not be given, but the promise of the emperor could not be taken back, so he used this white jade sword as a replacement.

He held the long sword in both hands, and when he got up, Ming Ci took a step forward, lifted his robe and knelt down, kneeling in front of his golden boots, under the dragon chair, facing between his knees.

His hands were slightly raised over his head and his head was lowered slightly, his face hidden behind the large sleeves of his robe.

Ji Zheng couldn’t see Ming Ciyue’s expression.

Li Ruhai continued to read: “Now it is said that Prince Jing said his resignation to Yue, and the Qianying Hall faced the sage to reward him for his meritorious work in the winter hunting.

“This white jade sword is known as the Moon Chasing Sword. The eldest brother of Gaozu spent his whole life for the army and horses of Gaozu. He was successful in pacifying the southern border. Later, he forged this sword when he was posthumously awarded military merits. From then on, it was only passed down to princes…”

“The Empress Dowager…”

“Emperor’s grandmother?” Ji Zheng made a move, why did the Empress Dowager come here? He did not inform the Empress Dowager about the gift of the sword in the early dynasty.

However, although he had no power and power to ignore the government and let the old woman fall behind the curtain and control the government arbitrarily, the two of them were still in harmony. The Empress Dowager is never going to slap the face of the emperor in public.

Li Ruhai instantly put out his voice, did not dare to read the imperial decree again, and stepped aside to help her.

“It’s alright, you continue.” The Empress Dowager waved her sleeves at will, and swayed to the position behind the bamboo curtain indifferently, “The Ai family just came to inform the Holy Master.”

“I know it all.”

Of course, Ji Zheng knew that this sword was only passed down to princes with the same surname in all dynasties, and that the brothers and sons of the late emperor were unhappy, and no one could pass it on. He also knew that this sword symbolized the right to protect the country from the prince and the right to avoid death once.

All in all, it is to let King Jing sit on the throne of the king, and one step closer to the regent seizing the throne.

“But I just want to give it.” Ji Zheng said stubbornly, and by the way, he played the role of the little emperor, “King Jing has profound martial arts, extraordinary courage, compares the people of the Western Desert to the crap, and also took back the three thousand sheep. As long as I can make me happy, I will reward him heavily, a white jade sword is nothing.”

“Besides, he, Xi Mo, dares to look at Prince Jing, who has fallen in love with me.”

He pretended to be lazy and wanton, and glanced frivolously at the minister under the robe, “Prince Jing will not despise my white jade sword, and secretly follow the Western Desert people back to the Western Xinjiang desert.”

There was silence below, and he looked at the stage with pity and horror, and watched the saint begin to humiliate and tempt Prince Jing again.

“minister…”

Before Ming Ciyue finished speaking, Ji Zheng lightly lifted the hem of his robe and let the dragon claw on the corner of the black robe float by and slapped on Ming Ciyue’s face. He leaned down and leaned closer, the innocent boy’s voice was extremely arrogant and provocative.

“Uncle, tell me, what more do you want?”

As he spoke, he paid attention to the every move of the Empress Dowager behind him. The intention of this position is obvious enough, I don’t know if the old woman will stop it.

“The reward is the reward. Seeing that the Holy Master can’t wait, the Aijia can still stop the Holy Master from succeeding.” The Empress Dowager sighed lightly, “It’s just that they are all the elders of the Holy Master, and above the lobby, let’s take it. “

When Ji Zheng got down the steps, he snorted softly, and obediently retreated to distance himself.

“Since the sage appreciates King Jing so much.” The Empress Dowager’s eyes fell back to Ming Ciyue and looked up and down, “The Yue Chai sword has been given, so it is better to name King Jing on the genealogy as soon as possible and enter the ancestral hall to worship. One bow is regarded as recognizing the ancestor and returning to the clan, and the name is on the genealogy… It still has to be officially written as Ji Ciyue.”

“His Royal Highness King Jing, what do you think?”

Enter the shrine? And such good things? Once you enter the ancestral hall, even the subsequent usurpation will be more logical.

The Empress Dowager never recognized Ciyue, and was full of hostility to him. Why did she suddenly think about it today?

Ji Zheng instantly looked at Ming Ciyue expectantly, and said in his heart, “Uncle Huang quickly agree, he will be the real prince after he agrees.”

Is the real prince, that is, the real uncle.

Ming Ci Yue responded to his eyes as if holding back his displeasure, and immediately avoided it. Ji Zheng only heard a low voice, “I can’t bear it.”

“I know that my background is humble, and it is an arrogance to be given a national surname, and I must never enter the royal family tree.”

Ji Zheng was a little disappointed, but then he thought that the sooner Ming Ci became emperor, he would definitely be enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Ming Ci’s mood became more and more depressed.

“No hurry, give King Jing another chance, and then reply to Ai’s family after thinking about it.” The Empress Dowager chuckled, “What are you doing standing there stupidly?

Ji Zheng came back to his senses, and solemnly handed over the sword to Ming Ciyue.

There was no frivolous action this time, he really wanted to give the sword seriously and give Ming Ci Yue the opportunity to turn over.

Since the book was written, Ming Ciyue took care of him again and again, rescued him, chased him for no reason, and found him. He has somehow become a light that Ji Zhenggou exists in the dull deep palace.

And lifting Ming Ciyue all the way to the throne can be regarded as the only solution for Ji Zheng to benefit both parties and repay his gratitude after repeated thinking.

Ji Zheng couldn’t help but whisper, “Uncle Huang.” I have no other plans, I just hope you can get on the dragon chair soon…

The sword had already been delivered, but he noticed that Uncle Huang stared at him in a daze.

Ji Zheng: …? Does the uncle not like this gift?

“Sacred Lord.” Ming Ci was more difficult to speak, and his voice was a little hoarse, “Chen lead the sword, thank you Sheng…”

“Clear words.”

The Empress Dowager suddenly restrained her smile and raised her voice abruptly, “Who instructed you to look up at the saint’s face when you received the decree, is this the etiquette handed over by the scholarly nobles of the Ming family?”

The more Mingci heard the sound, for the first time there was a hint of incompatible panic, as if something was discovered, he quickly retracted his sword, lowered his head, and returned to the ranks of the courtiers below the steps.

Ji Zheng was also a little surprised. He had become so familiar with Ming Ci that he completely forgot how weird and unethical this kind of direct gaze was.

“This minister has something to report.” The Marquis of Wu’an seemed to have received some kind of order, exchanged glances with the Empress Dowager, and walked out from the ranks of officials, holding a wat board and bowing, “On the night of the Winter Hunting Festival, the red in the western desert When the tent caught fire, they quickly evacuated with their men and horses, and even the imperial concubine Ying was taken away, and Xi Mo issued a letter of war the next day to break with Dayan.”

“So what?” General Xuan immediately came out, his face full of disdain, “Then Ximo people are all unfamiliar wild wolves. They dare to use tribute to coerce the Holy Master to organize some kind of winter hunting festival, where is there any respect. One If there is no break in the day, there will be endless trouble in one day.”

“But that night, someone saw a team that emerged out of thin air surround the red tent in the Western Desert, and then disappeared out of thin air, and the fire started.” The Marquis of Wu’an pointedly looked at the stage, “That night, King Jing Is Your Highness still in the main account of the Holy One?”

“King Jing guards the Sage day and night, never leaving an inch, and of course he was in the tent that night!” General Xuan respected the young and promising Chang. The **** of gun battle resigned, and at this time he was obviously dissatisfied, “If you don’t Ask the sage, you can’t even believe what the sage says.”

Immediately, there were many echoing voices, and there were many people who respected and loved Dai Mingciyue, and they were all moved by General Xuan. In an instant, the court was divided into three distinct factions. One faction supported Ming Ciyue, and the crowd was enthusiastic.

Those people were afraid that the emperor would take the opportunity to stumble upon King Jing again, and they knelt down one by one.

“I beg the sage to correct the name of King Jing.”

“Please be holy!”

Ji Zheng: …

Ah oh.

He set the fire, he drove the people out of the tent, and he recruited the team.

He was a little lacking in confidence: “Well, I testified that King Jing stayed by my side that night, and didn’t go anywhere…” He didn’t lie, just that neither of them were in the main account.

“But someone else saw King Jing taking a young woman in a light shirt from the tent in the West Desert. The woman was dressed like the princess Li Jing of the West Desert.”

“Miao-aged woman” Ji Zheng:…

The Marquis of Wu’an broke the words into pieces, not hurriedly or slowly, and confided each sentence, every sentence was like a real hammer, hitting the ground with a sound.

Of course Ji Zheng did not dare to ask whether the “someone” you mentioned existed or not. If the Marquis of Wuan dared to take advantage of the gift today, he must have come with human and material evidence.

“King Jing has not yet established a family business at this age, and it is a legendary story to be angry with the crown. If it is true that the Princess of the West Desert is taken back to Dayan, it will be fine. After all, Concubine Ying fled back to the West Desert and pressed a princess to marry. Hostages can also shock them.” The Marquis of Wu’an smiled horribly, “It’s just whether there is such a person, whether there is this matter, King Jing might as well respond quickly, so as to ask the saint to give him a gift.”

“Actually, that night, I…” Ji Zheng hesitated, so he recognized the “miao-aged woman” as himself… But he couldn’t let Ming Ciyue admit that he had an unwarranted relationship with the princess of the enemy country.

Ming Ci Yue can only win the hearts and minds of the world and take the position of monarch only if he is always a pure and innocent gentleman.

Setting fire to the enemy’s camp just for the sake of robbing Hongyan or something is too incompatible with his political image.

“I beg the Holy One to grant marriage.”

Ji Zheng: …! ? What kind of marriage is given, where can you turn into a princess in the West Desert?

Ming Ciyue clenched the hilt of Yuechai’s sword with both hands and knelt down on one knee, “I beg the sage to grant marriage and allow the minister to marry the princess of Ximo, the light-shirted young woman whom the lord said.”

Ji Zheng thought he heard it wrong, “Who do you say you want to marry?”

The voice is like the sound of swords and tomahawks contending, neither high nor low, neither humble nor arrogant, “That young woman in a light shirt.”

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