The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 48

Is it possible for the human body to be contorted into that pose? !

Ji Zheng felt a tingling pain in his lower back just by looking at it.

Unexpectedly, he really didn’t expect that the most serious and serious Prince Jing in the whole capital, Quan Dayan, would have such a special hobby in this kind of thing in private.

Knowing this earlier, this person is really not something that can be provoke at will.

He really can’t take it alone…

Ji Zheng’s eyes lingered on the pages of the book and the texture lines etched by the running water around Ming Ci’s waist. After a while, he gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

In his dim and limited vision, Ming Ci got closer, stirred up the water, stepped closer, raised his hand, brought it close to his forehead, and wrapped the other hand behind him, below his lumbar spine.

“Why is it still so hot, it’s even hotter… Have you cleaned it up?” Ming Ci asked him in a low voice.

[Why do you want to urge me to reduce the fever, and what else do you want to do? ! 】

【Why, why do you ask me to tell you! 】

Ji Zheng’s whole body tensed under his hands. He raised his head and looked at him fiercely, but he couldn’t help the sound he made: “Well… no, no more.”

Ming Ci Yue hugged him and sat on the edge of the bathtub, as if he had finished the fire all at once, deflated, like the tranquility before a storm, without saying a word, he helped him wipe clean water from head to toe, acting as a caring person. partner role.

Ji Zheng’s spirit was stretched to the extreme, as if someone had carefully shaved his hair before going to the slaughterhouse.

“This sick and strange minister, if it is the wrong minister of the minister, he will admit his mistake… I will punish you with the sage.” Ming Ci Yue stopped the movements of his subordinates and looked up at him.

Ji Zheng’s body was naked, trembling violently in the cold wind, and he slowly made a question mark.

【? ! Is this person eating soft and not hard… pretending to be sick is effective? 】

Ji Zheng grasped the essence after a little thought, and his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and a drop of water would not fall. “Uncle Huang…” He covered his mouth and coughed, “This disease seems a little unusual… I feel uncomfortable.”

“?” Ming Ciyue looked at him for a long time, his eyes were a little weird, and he raised his eyebrows for a while, “Where is it uncomfortable? The minister will pass on the imperial doctor to you?”

“There’s no need for that. I’m afraid of seeing people because of this disease. Just let me lie down by myself for a few days and relax. It’s just that the imperial uncle has been bothered to preside over the government affairs of the court these few days.” Ji Zheng felt guilty and blinked frantically, “… It’s chest pain, stomach pain, limb weakness, and nausea from time to time.”

“Oh…” Ming Ci Yue should be slow, a pair of extremely dark eyes staring at him, “This sick minister can probably be diagnosed…”

【Um? Really have this disease? 】

Ji Zheng was a little puzzled, and just opened his mouth, but saw Mingci slowly leaning over, with a rather ambiguous gesture of biting the tip of his ear, said angrily: “…”

Ji Zheng paused for a few seconds before realizing the intention of those words. His face flushed red, and his first reaction was to raise his hand.

Ming Ciyue moved faster than him, and easily carried him on his shoulders, letting his slaps fall on his back.

He threw it on the bed, covered the quilt, rolled into his arms, lowered the curtain, and finished in one go.

Pretending to be sick was exposed on the spot, Ji Zheng was still immersed in the shame he had just now, struggling desperately.

The man behind him sighed lightly, “Don’t move tonight, it’s hard to clean up, your fever hasn’t gone away, it’s inconvenient.” The breath poured into the back of his neck.

Ji Zheng shrank his neck subconsciously, and silently moved to the edge of the bed and moved again.

“If you move again, you will be the first emperor to fall off your dragon couch.” Ming Ci said calmly.

His words were indifferent and could not hear a trace of obstruction, but his long hands and long feet pulled him back tightly, silently talking about coercion, encroachment, ownership, like cold water under the ice, setting off a huge wave from the bottom of the sea.

On the other hand, Ji Zheng is the island surrounded by glaciers. Above the ice layer, the wind and waves are calm, while those below the ice layer are swept away, eroded, and swallowed by whales into the hidden darkness.

Strangely, the water under the ice layer has an unexpected temperature.

The more Mingci stopped moving as he promised, Ji Zheng didn’t have time to feel strange, and he gradually fell asleep and no longer had dreams. His cheeks were hot, but his whole body was cold, and he subconsciously arched his back. He moved closer to the warm body behind him, and curled up his hands and feet in the most primitive way. After a while, his hands and feet were also wrapped, and the uncomfortable snoring in his sleep was replaced by a contented sigh. .

Ming Ci Yue didn’t fall asleep at all, he just didn’t dare to make a big move, the iron-like chill in front of him made him nervous. Every half an hour, he would raise his hand and try the saint’s forehead.

The heat hasn’t dissipated, but instead, the cold sweat is getting more and more, and the heartbeat sounds a little too fast.

In the final analysis, this is just a weak young man who has not reached the crown. It is crazy to attack the Holy… It’s really not a thing!

Ming Ci Yue stared at the wet sideburns of his side face, and his thin jaw was like a piece of natural white marble.

Ji Zheng slept on the top of his head during this sleep, opened his eyes to the momentary response to a ray of sunlight outside the upper curtain, subconsciously dragged his sick body, bounced off the bed and sat up, quickly tucked into his shirt and got up to change. .

I don’t blame anything else, it’s just that since returning to the palace, in the past few days when Prince Jing was appointed as the minister of state supervision, every morning, if he got up a little late or couldn’t go, Ming Ci Yue would bring all the ministers to kneel. At the entrance of Yanfu Hall, there was no noise or noise. It was said to be waiting for the saint, but in fact it was like a sit-in demonstration.

If he continues to insist on staying behind closed doors, the court meeting will be held directly at his door, and he will routinely bow his head and shout “Long live my emperor”.

Uncle Huang was determined to force him to take power and participate in politics.

Ji Zheng turned his face today, and suddenly met a delicate face that looked like a jade carving. His eyelids were lightly closed, and his forehead hair was a little messy.

Maybe he’s been watching it for too long.

“Your Highness, please forgive me.”

Ming Ci Yue still closed his purpose, but the raised hand precisely blocked his eyes.

Ji Zheng came back to his senses and looked away, “At this point… it’s time for the next court.”

“Well…” Ming Ci Yue replied vaguely with a nasal voice, “Chen Leng, if the Holy Master is not busy with government affairs, please ask the Holy Master…”

Before he could finish his words, Ji Zheng immediately slid back and stuck it back to his original position, selflessly dedicating his body temperature in a kind of fraternity spirit of sacrificing oneself for others.

It’s just that his limbs are much cooler than the quilt, and only his cheeks and heart are burning.

Ji Zheng realized later, how can the king not come to court sooner than later? After putting the most diligent minister in the whole court to sleep, no one would urge him to go to the morning court again.

After all, in the harsh winter and twelfth lunar month, it is really anti-human to get out of the quilt every day before dawn.

Ji Zheng lay there silently, exhaling hot air, thinking silently, what is this, no sex, no serving and being served, just sharing one bed and two body temperature side by side.

A siren in my head shrieked at an untimely and high-pitched threshold, which is not right.

Just when he was about to fall asleep again, Mrs. Zhao’s voice came in from outside the palace gate, accompanied by the sound of Li Ruhai’s staggering footsteps and dissuasion.

“Shang Shang was busy selecting talents for Dayan last night. This… It’s time to talk to the students late, and it’s appropriate to have slept occasionally.”

“Even if you are an imperial teacher, trespassing in the bedroom is a capital offense.”

“Bah, the talents you sent in? You eunuchs are ruining the country and the dynasty, and the good-looking children have been ruined by you to look like that.” Zhao Zegang’s pace was fast and powerful, and several palace servants could not stop them. Stay, “There are no guards left at this gate. He must be swallowed by those beasts to be satisfied, right? He is the only emperor’s blood.”

Master Zhao was so angry that his beard was shaking.

Since the fall of the Empress Dowager and the Marquis of Wu’an, and Ming Ci Yue became the real regent, the situation in the court has undergone extremely subtle changes. More courtiers have begun to follow Ming Ci Yue, and implicitly hinted that he has something or not. But he didn’t understand what he meant by forcing the sage to go to court as a guardian of the country.

The remaining few were mostly old officials from several dynasties. They insisted on supporting Ji Zheng, not because they appreciated his ability to be loyal to him, but simply supported Dayan’s orthodoxy.

Ji Zheng and Gu Congyun listened to the lectures at the sutra banquet before, and later he was confronted by this old bone several times in the court. He knew his temperament and knew that he was one of the few. He was really good for the king and for the society. Good loyal minister.

He didn’t even think about it, he didn’t have time to get dressed first, and he dragged Ming Ci to get up and hide him under the bed.

“Your Highness?” Ming Ci Yue seemed to be woken up by him, rubbed his eyes, slowly opened his eyes, his face was indifferent and confused, and his eyes returned to the softness of water.

Ji Zheng couldn’t stand that look the most, as if he was silently blaming you by saying “I don’t blame you”. He gritted his teeth, ruthless, stomped his feet, and took out the ruthless coldness of pulling out the hanging. He turned his head away, and silently pointed under the bed.

Ming Ci raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, his expression was a little sullen, he slowly adjusted the front of his clothes, dragged a soft blanket slowly, and slowly rubbed it to the ground.

With a “bang”, the two of them looked up at the palace door at the same time. Ji Zheng never thought that Mrs. Zhao was so mad that he dared to slam directly into the door. mouth, motioning him to keep quiet and to breathe lightly.

Ming Ci Yue was pressed back by the person with the blanket, still with a calm face, only raised his finger to his chest.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment, his heartbeat was about to break through his chest, and the thump sounded close to the space between the two of them. In the empty hall, he was suddenly restless.

What is the crime of being the emperor’s private storage and the regent of the dynasty?

As soon as Mrs. Zhao Fu Fu came in, what caught his eye was the mess of ink and pen on the floor. When he picked it up, he saw that there were actually some big characters written on it.

Is it really a test of policy theory? How can the saint be willing to take the initiative to do the right thing!

He raised his eyebrows, he was suspicious, somewhat guilty, and his anger was more than half dissipated.

“Your Majesty, this…” He looked at the half head of the Son of Heaven protruding from the curtain not far away.

“Cough cough… I wanted to choose something useful, but I didn’t expect one… cough.”

The sage’s face was extremely red, and the fair neck seemed to be dyed red, and he looked like a sick seedling, which could never be pretended.

“Your Highness, you are sick! How could you just lie down like this, strange minister, strange minister didn’t come to see you earlier!” Mrs. Zhao was about to come to the couch in a hurry.

“Uh-don’t move!” The voice rose in vain, and then softened, “Yes, just stand there, I’m sick and sloppy and shameless. If there is anything wrong with the teacher, just stand there and talk.”

Ji Zheng stretched out his hand and knocked off the hand that was behind him, gently soothing along his smooth, fish-like vertebrae.

He looked at the shadowy, half-crooked figure not far away, and he sighed and hung on the tip of his heart, sweating even more.

“This… the end of the year is approaching, and it was originally the Minister of Rites that the Minister of Rites was going to report to discuss the process of this year’s New Year’s Day banquet, waiting for the Holy Master’s approval.”

“This festival etiquette is done according to the rules of previous years, I don’t have any opinion…” Ji Zheng frowned again, “Wait, the New Year’s banquet… The banquet has been canceled by me, it’s finally a festival, who wants to Looking at the old faces up and down, I want to go back to the harem and eat by myself.”

Mrs. Zhao hurriedly wanted to persuade a few more words, but was blocked by Ji Zheng again, “Cough, the other people are going back to their respective homes. They are not allowed to stay in the palace. Don’t rush to block me.”

This time, that hand seemed to simply give him comfort, lingering between his slightly arched butterfly bones that were about to break out of their cocoons and flying, and seemed to be trying to trace the shape maliciously. Just as Ji Zheng wanted to get rid of it, he Only to hear Mrs. Zhao speak slowly.

“What counts as idle people waiting… What about King Jing?” His voice was dull and muddy.

How could it be just for ordinary government affairs to break into the emperor’s bedroom in the morning recklessly.

Ji Zheng was stunned, but he didn’t respond for a long time, but at this moment King Jing’s hand moved to the place of his heart, hot, hard, and powerful.

“King Jing counts… My uncle, teacher, don’t talk about it anymore, this matter will be discussed at another day…”

“No, I have to say, even if the people in the court are deceived and deceived by you, I have to say it when I come to your teacher today.” Mrs. Zhao took a deep breath and didn’t give him a chance to interrupt at all. ” Can he still be regarded as your uncle, is he worthy, bah!”

“…What?” Ji Zheng’s mind went blank for a while, and he suddenly raised his upper body, almost blurting out.

The hand chased after him, pinching the back of his neck affectionately, and the other came around his heart with a gesture of refusal.

He is surrounded by abyss.

The fear of being exposed and exposed encroached on his entire chest, his entire heart, and the place where he was engulfed by that hand was even more sensitive, and his hair exploded, as if being bitten by ten thousand ants inch by inch.

“What he has in his chest is the ambition of a wolf. He is crawling beside you. What he wants is to seek power, to usurp the throne! Not to mention that he used you to avenge his superiority. Last night, he openly wore a royal robe and rode his horse galloping through the palace. Among them, this, how does he explain this matter!”

It turned out to be for this matter. This matter was just a dull knife. After years of torture, it did not lead to death.

Ji Zheng was like someone who was rescued from drowning, panting slightly, “Teacher, calm down, I can do this… um…” The tail sound floated away suddenly.

Mrs. Zhao didn’t hear the difference, so he scolded himself in anger: “Have a pity that half of my courtiers in Dayan are blindfolded by his hypocritical appearance, lose their orthodoxy, and are willing to follow the beasts that are inferior to humans and animals!”

【Beasts! 】

Ji Zheng turned back and glared at him angrily, the end of his eyes was a red that was so rich that tears couldn’t be undone.

Ming Ci squinted his eyes halfway, as if nothing had happened, his expression was cold and a little loose, and only the hand was still moving all over his body—

The hand that used to ride the horse and hold the knife all the year round had slender fingers, distinct bones, rough palms and wounds, especially the calluses on the inside of the thumb, which rubbed maliciously and rubbed back and forth.

Ji Zheng bit his lower lip and forced himself to ignore it, “King Jing is an upright and upright person, and he is someone that Dayan Chaotang can entrust to him, um, the position of the regent is not his use of me, but I voluntarily appointed him… “

That hand seemed to be able to predict his words in advance. As long as he wanted to speak to defend King Jing, his movements would be restless for a moment.

As that side’s offensive became more and more frantic, his words were rushed into pieces, upside down, and he said a word for a long time.

“You said Prince Regent…what’s the matter?” Mrs. Zhao frowned and stretched his neck, unable to hear clearly. He only thought that the saint was depressed in his heart, and even his voice was hoarse at this moment.

“Others don’t know it, but this minister has seen it. You lashed out at your uncle who was indifferent on the surface, but in private you didn’t say anything against him… The minister said something unpleasant, not because of relatives, but because of his relatives. Did he take you as a nephew? Why is this necessary?”

“Last night last night, that clothes, that imperial robe, I can…” The sage seemed to be **** off by his words. .

Just when Mrs. Zhao was so frightened that she wanted to lean over to check it out, she heard a cry from the young man, “Get out of here!”

With a bang, the jade pillow was kicked out of the bed curtain, and several cracks were broken on the wooden floor.

Li Ruhai got the order, and even asked and dragged him, and finally persuaded Taifu Zhao to leave the palace.

The messing hand also rolled out obediently this time.

The air in the hall was silent.

Ji Zheng was lying on his back on the couch, without the pillow, thousands of Wusi scattered randomly, his chest heaved up and down violently, his eyes were hazy and out of focus, looking at the ceiling, his thoughts drifted away.

After a long while, a pair of dark eyes appeared in the field of vision, Ji Zheng raised his arm to cover his eyes, and the other hand was lifted lightly and waved away in the air.

Ming Ci took the first step to intercept his delicate wrist and probed his forehead, “Well, I have strength, sweat is also released, and the fever has finally disappeared.”

“Uncle Royal.”

The teenager took his hand away, tears welling in his eyes, “…Do you believe that there is someone in this world who can see through other people’s minds at a glance?”

The author has something to say: the beasts are not as good as the beasts, and he did not regard the saint as his nephew. Teacher Zhao accidentally discovered the truth.

This chapter was written in the early hours of the morning, but I actually fell asleep. 55555 didn’t say much about being late. There should be more in the early morning tonight.