The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 50

Dayan Tiande four years, the first day of the first month.

Dayan was founded more than 50 years ago, and for the first time, the lights of the Zhengshitang were burned brightly on the first day of the new year.

Ji Zheng sat on his head, bent his arms and supported his head, and stayed up all night with bloodshot eyes. There are more than ten ministers kneeling at the bottom, saying that Dayan gathers talents from all over the world, and that a single Qianying Hall cannot hold, and there are only a few people who can be trusted at the critical moment.

Mrs. Zhao was at the front, took the bamboo fan from his hand, and began to pass it back one by one, without staying in each person’s hand for more than a cup of tea, he continued to go back, and everyone shook their heads after seeing it. , but he didn’t dare to let it out. It was passed to General Xuan at the end. He handed it to Mrs. Zhao like a hot yam. Mrs. Zhao took it with a blank face, took a closer look, and wanted to pass it on. .

“Enough! I want to go back and have a look.” Ji Zheng’s voice was cold, “The sons and brothers in each of your houses must have some skills in their hands.”

“I asked you to come here to find a way, not to gather people to appreciate the secret drama.”

The attendant handed back the bamboo fan, Ji Zheng was expressionless, and threw the bamboo fan into the fire without thinking. Tongues of fire blazed upwards, and since the calf of a human child in the picture began to devour, the two naked and overlapping human bodies appeared more fragrant and strange in the firelight.

There are royalists and a party of King Jing under the ministers. This matter is the secret of the royal family.

Everyone looked at each other, the problem was clearly in front of them, but no one could come up with a solution.

Who drew the bamboo fan? The money was withdrawn from the famous name, Song Ya Song Zhiqiao, a famous artist in the capital, the most admired painter before the saint, and the “Yannan Landscape Map” still placed in the Qianying Hall is his handwriting.

Where is the bamboo fan drawn? Golden silk nanmu red lacquer bed, flawless white jade pillow.

Who painted the bamboo fan? The upper-ranking person on the back of the bee-waisted ape has a firm and strong profile, and the liger and tiger bead crown on his head can only be worn by the grade of a prince or above. The yellow shirt hanging between his arms is meant to be drawn. A five-clawed dragon, and a crown of beads scattered on the ground. On the other hand, the lower ones have only half of the slender legs that are characteristic of young people, and their faces cannot be seen clearly.

Where did the bamboo fan come from? Through the production network in Shengshang’s own hands, it is self-produced and sold for reselling. Because the painting is so hazy and charming, it has been spread all over the place as large as the Washer teahouse and as small as the streets and alleys. Only those with a little knowledge dare to speculate on their identity. The secondary processing spread, making the ban work more difficult.

If an order is to be forced, and the person who hides the portrait will be executed, I am afraid that every official present will be implicated in the family.

“There’s something strange about this. How dare a mere scholar and painter dare to fake such a rebellious work, with so many clothes, it’s not easy to steal the pillars quietly, there is power behind him.”

“Well, there is something strange, not simple, powerful… Let’s talk about something I don’t know about.” Ji Zheng leaned back in the chair and pinched his brows.

His mood has changed from panic and escape to worry and fear, to anger, to calm sneer.

“Sacred Lord…” General Xuan looked left and right, and seeing that King Jing, who was left and right of the Chang companion, was indeed absent today, he boldly said, “Is this painting really true, how is it possible?!”

He is a military general, his nature is more straightforward, and he can’t hide so many twists and turns.

“I don’t believe it, I’m the first one to not believe it! Those people have never seen how dire the relationship between the Sage and King Jing is, so they believe in this painting. The minister felt that since the Sage didn’t show his face, he would just confiscated it and sent a letter to refute it. , to kill the painter to show the public it’s okay…”

Mrs. Zhao covered his heart and said in a heartache, “Is it true! Of course it’s fake! What’s the use of denying it, the key is what the world thinks and thinks!”

When he thought of the news that he had received that night, he was wearing imperial robes and riding horses in the palace, and Mrs. Zhao had some judgment as to whether it was true or not. All of a sudden, his chest became more stuffy, and a mouthful of old blood pooled in it.

“You ask me, is it true or false?” Ji Zheng lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, a little lost.

Two or three hours ago, he and his uncle also argued about this issue.

“Song Ya definitely didn’t see something, but guessed something, or got a hint from someone to do so.”

“I understand that he didn’t see it… I really didn’t see it, so don’t touch me for now.” Ji Zheng’s voice became smaller and smaller, shaking off Ming Ciyue’s hand, “Let’s solve the problem first.”

Song Ya’s painting is not true, I am afraid only the two of them can be sure of this.

He was always on top that night, and Uncle Huang was on the bottom. Moreover, there are scars on the back of Ming Ci Yue, from the left shoulder to the right waist, there is a long scar that can tear people apart.

But how could such a reason be on the table?

“This is the witchcraft of the Western Desert. It’s Li Ying. He is intervening to control the textile shop in the capital. The reason for making such a big noise is to tell us that he is back.”

“This Gu is called Dispassionate Gu, literally, it has no other effect on dismantling the sentient beings, so the Holy One was shocked.” Ming Ci Yue finished burning the two witchcraft villains, raised his head and said, “…as long as this one If it doesn’t work, this gu will be a failure.”

“It’s not because of this Gu, it has nothing to do with it.” Ji Zheng defended in a low voice.

The more Ming Ci played with his fingers, pinched the belly of his fingers, and smoothed them a little bit to the palm of his hand. His tone was flat and sincere, pretending to be relaxed, and seemed to have a vague expectation: “The Holy Master has just been charged with the Ming’s crime. To wash off, you might as well take advantage of the good opportunity provided by the people of Western Desert, which is justifiable and logical…”

“No, I can’t do it, you can’t do it, it’s not suitable… At least it’s not suitable now.” Ji Zheng interrupted him quickly, for fear that his next sentence would be that the minister can enter the palace as a concubine, and let the future real dragon emperor enter the palace as a concubine. ? ! Then he is the greatest sinner in the world.

This painting must not be recognized, it does not take into account his Longyan Longwei. But Ming Ciyue, as a benevolent monarch who is loved by the people and respects his superiors, his reputation must not be tarnished in the slightest.

The more Mingci touched his forehead, the bottom of his eyes was printed with the bottom of his eyes, the tip of his nose was rubbed together, his lips were on each other’s lips, and when he spoke, they would touch each other, “What is no, I don’t understand. Is it… Li Ying can, Gu Cong Yun can do it, even those Song Ya and Yang Si can do it, only the ministers can’t. It’s not suitable now, when will it be suitable?”

Ji Zheng pursed his lower lip, Ming Ciyue’s questioning is not unreasonable, in fact, it is not suitable for any time.

“Do I have to use a sword to force the palace, seek to usurp the throne, and force the saint to abdicate as a young man and be imprisoned in my harem for the rest of his life?” The sudden rain and strong wind, the dark and quiet deep in the eyes, is the deep ocean surface before the storm, “Holy, why don’t you dare to look at me?”

“Mingciyue! You…” Ji Zheng pushed him away abruptly, almost blurting out how did you know, he gritted his teeth and held back, “…you hurt me.”

After Ming Ci was pushed away by him, he was in a trance for only one shun, and returned to his former indifference, but his eyes were always glued to him, staring calmly, everywhere, and closely following the eyes, which made him ashamed and difficult. Ann, there is nowhere to hide.

The rice dumplings on the table were too cold to eat.

– “Report!”

A high-pitched guard’s voice came from outside, interrupting his memory.

“The forbidden army came to report that Song Ya was already dead. He died in his own home. According to the preliminary judgment, it will take more than two days.”

“Report! Some students of the Hanlin Academy were sitting in a sit-in demonstration at the gate of the palace city, saying that King Jing had tarnished the prestige of the saint, and demanded that he be put into the Heavenly Prison, and the Ministry of Punishment would come to trial.”

“Report! There seems to be a fine work from Ximo in the capital.”

“Report! The West Six Continents came to report that the people of the West Desert suddenly invaded eastward, in the name of getting married and easing the relationship, disturbing the people on the border, and the guards of the city asked the court to send troops for reinforcements!”

“This Ximo people also said… Originally, when the emperor married Ximo, and King Jing married the princess, the two countries could live in peace with each other. If you want to blame Dayan’s own royal family for not agreeing, communication, communication, adultery and addiction… “

Like a spark that ignited a whole series of cannonballs, the matter of the bamboo fan seems to be irrelevant.

“This minister requests that King Jing be allowed to go out for another expedition for the country to prove his innocence and loyalty.” General Xuan got up and sighed, “To save me having to be tricked by villains in the capital, humiliated by my reputation, and imprisoned for nothing.”

“The minister agrees.” “The minister agrees.”

“This minister also agrees, this catastrophe is another good opportunity.” Zhao Taifu slowly bowed, “King Jing goes to the frontier to fight for his country again, and the sage stays in the city to appease the hearts of the people. Things can be turned over.”

“I’m not allowed, even if I ask me to go to the western border to negotiate peace, he is not allowed to leave the capital for half a step.” Ji Zheng also stood up, “This matter is not negotiable, you all lead the order to stabilize the situation in the city, and later Re-selection.”

The more Mingci wants to be the man of the day, the person who stabilizes the world, and the people’s hearts, the burden on him is far more important than a war. This war is a hurdle that has not appeared in the original book of Taoism. If there is a slight mishap, it means that the war has been won and Dayan’s future has been lost.

The officials in the political affairs hall dispersed immediately after saying that, leaving only one Mrs. Zhao who walked slowly and staggered. Before opening the door, he turned around again, “Your Highness… Since His Royal Highness King Jing is not here, Rong Chen will leave again. One more question, is it true…”

Ji Zheng interrupted him impatiently, “Is the portrait real? No! I have evidence that the picture on it is not the uncle at all!”

“I want to ask, are the Holy Highness and His Royal Highness King Jing serious?”

“It’s all a matter of catching the wind. I’m afraid the teacher is thinking too much. What does this mean…” Ji Zheng’s eyes were a little dodged, and he subconsciously glanced behind the screen beside him.

“That’s a denial?” Mrs. Zhao pressed step by step, aggressively, “Your Highness has nothing to do with His Royal Highness King Jing, is there any evidence to prove this?”

Ji Zheng slowly turned his head, looked at the place behind the curtain without any cover, and sighed: “No, no, I will prove it with my heart.”

“Understood, I’m being rude.” Mrs. Zhao bent down and saluted. Before he could get up, the curtain on the side of the saint’s upper body shook violently, and a face as sharp as the moon poked out from it, his complexion was slightly blue, He passed through the entire political affairs hall without a word, and left the hall regardless of the whispered calls coming from behind.

Before coming to the Zhengshitang to summon the court officials, Ji Zheng had made it clear that the two would avoid suspicion and that it would be better not to appear at the same time for the time being.

But the more calm and stubborn Mingci insists on coming, if they can’t appear together again, even if he can stay in the shadow behind the saint forever.

But when Mingci really came, he hid in the back and heard what those people were talking about him, their relationship, their fake portrait, and Ji Zheng felt wronged and uncomfortable for him for no reason.

“Treasure the person in front of you.” Mrs. Zhao coughed with a smile, “The Holy One can’t prove that the two of you are okay, but someone is trying their best to do something for you, leaving some traces to prove that there has been or something between the two of you. “

“You only use your heart to prove it, but sometimes even your heart can deceive people.”

“Didn’t the teacher want me to be vigilant against King Jing before, why now…” Ji Zheng was a little confused.

“Silly boy.” Mrs. Zhao laughed, “It’s true that he is a sharp blade that can hurt people, but if the sage holds the hilt instead of the blade, he can make this sharp edge for his own use.”

“Speaking of use so fresh and refined.” Ji Zheng curled his lips, “How could Ming Ci be so stupid that he knew he was being used, but he still rushed to the front.”

Mrs. Zhao stroked his beard again, “Really?”

“Report! Xi Mo has made a breakthrough to block the provocation and reach the gate of the palace. His Royal Highness King Jing seems to be going to fight.”

Calling it provocation is far from enough. The man covered his face, took advantage of the chaos among the students and the common people at the door, and took advantage of the crowded push and shove of the officials and the people. He drew the bow in his hand, aimed at the magnificent ochre red palace gate, and shot through the clouds with an arrow. Out, with a fiery red wedding dress, the strength is so great that it is carved into the wooden door for a full three points.

The students who gathered to make trouble and the crowd onlookers turned pale with fright when the murderous arrow came out, and their **** scattered quickly.

The wedding dress fluttered at the highest point of the palace gate, like a morning glow swallowed in a cloudy cloud, and the ruined sunset rolled with the wind.

“Once I, the prince of the West Desert, disguised himself as a woman, made grievances, and married into your Dayan Palace, just for the sake of friendship and friendship between the two countries. Who knows that you don’t cherish or respect it, and now the war is caused by you, and thousands of innocent people are involved. Deep into the water.”

“Now I want you, the King of the Kingdom of Yan, Feng Guanxia, ​​and willingly enter my Western Desert to apologize.”

“A letter of war and a letter of marriage are all wrapped up in the wedding dress, and it is up to the monarch of your country and the people to choose.” The man’s voice was very high in the dead silence, and men and women were indistinguishable, “However, I believe that whether it is a marriage agreement, , or fighting on the battlefield, the monarch of your country will finally put on a wedding dress with interest and come to my Western Desert.”

“Why don’t you go back to Beijing? Keep it in the palace and continue to be your noble concubine.” Ji Zheng sat in a high chariot, and was carried slowly out of the city gate by someone, approaching the so-called Xi desert meticulous work. The archer hid behind the sedan chair and prepared to approach little by little, “I was the one who took you down before, come back… um, Ying, Ying?”

The surrounding are all residential buildings, and the buildings are extremely complex. There must be not only ordinary people hiding in the shelter, but also the backup of Xi Mo.

The man hesitated for a moment, like a phantom, strayed over, got very close in a split second, and climbed directly onto the sedan chair. Ji Zheng could almost feel him crawling and walking beside him like a snake, spitting out poisonous letters. hiss.

“How can it work? I’ve been your concubine for three years. It’s your turn. It’s three years. Maybe, your uncle will be willing to wait for you for three years.”

“It’s snowing?” Li Ying raised his hand to pick up a few snowflakes, and threw the red shirt over Ji Zheng’s shoulders, smiling, “After all, he is still the king of a country, and his body is very precious.”

Ji Zheng’s scalp exploded instantly, and he couldn’t help pushing him, “Stay away from me, we don’t know each other well, I’m already a married man…”

“A married man?” Li Ying repeated several times, and laughed even more happily, “No, I prepared a new wedding for you, and I gave you a good time, but you dare not ask for it. You dare not accept him, yes I think he’s too good to be different from you.”

“It’s better to choose me, I can understand you, just like you.”

Ji Zheng glanced around, unable to hear a word. He regretted that he had to choose this idea, Li Ying was too close, the two figures overlapped, and the archer could enter seamlessly.

At this moment, the sound of horses’ hooves came from behind the sedan chair, and the black horse was like a steel knife, going straight through the crack of the door that was about to be closed. Xiaoxue sprinkled on his shoulders, and was immediately boiled into water by the body temperature, soaking his underwear without black armor, and sketching the abrupt outline of the abrupt long mark on his back.

Ming Ci stood on the back of the horse, and with a leap of the horse, he touched the arrow feather, pulled it out with one hand, and broke into two halves.

The coquettish wedding dress is like the wings of half a butterfly, spinning and falling. The eyes of all those present were fixed on the dress and the two letterheads that slipped out of the air, marriage letter or gauntlet?

Ming Ciyue’s sword slashed through the air, wrapped around the red shirt, and smashed Li Ying’s face.

He tightened the reins and handed over the longbow and arrows behind him to the man in front of him.

There have been similar scenes and similar actions.

Ming Ciyue’s Adam’s apple slid gently: “The marriage book is still the gauntlet, but it’s up to the saint.”

Ji Zheng could hear the Bianstone Bone Hunting Wind on the side of his ear, and he could hear the beating of his heartbeat, but he couldn’t understand what he was thinking. From his angle, he could even see that Ming Ciyue had a prepared letterhead in his arms with the word “war” on it, which provided him with a safe escape route.

Ji Zheng held his breath, leaned in Ming Ciyue’s arms, looked back and drew his bow…

When Li Ying hurriedly threw away his clothes, the person on his shoulder had disappeared, and he was the only one on the sedan chair, surrounded by a dense crowd of archers.

Ming Ci Yue embraced him, led him around Li Ying, and hooked his lips provocatively. Everyone could clearly see the declaration of war that penetrated the long arrow in the arms of the emperor.

“Ji Chaoming…” Li Ying suddenly laughed strangely, “You better not regret it.”

The horseshoe kicked and led the two of them to the north along the snow-covered Great Street of Beijing. Many households secretly opened their windows and watched as the fire that almost ignited the capital was quietly extinguished on the first day of the new year.

Their emperor and the prince rode together on a dark horse, carrying a declaration of war, and passed under the red lanterns, drifting away.

Some people took out the bamboo fan painting with hindsight, held it in the air for comparison, but suddenly found that the outline of the man’s back did not match the number at all.

“I’ve seen it all over the capital now, it’s over, I can’t wash it.” Ji Zheng gave himself up and pressed himself against his hot chest, his ears turned red, and whispered, “You, this is a kidnapping…”