The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 7

Ji Zheng couldn’t bear it any longer. Taking advantage of Ming Ci’s back to him, he opened his eyes a little and saw a touch of red.

Li Ying… Concubine Ai takes anti-abortion pills, what does he do with anti-abortion pills?

The corners of Ji Zheng’s mouth twitched, and he was speechless. If he hadn’t known that Li Ying was a man, he would have thought that his head was green.

The hilt of the sword made a terrifying hum in Ming Ciyue’s hand, and after a while, he nodded, “Congratulations.”

Li Ying wrinkled his nose, his eyes fell on the tea cup on the table, and there were still a few wolfberries in it. He recognized the smell carefully, like some kind of Western Desert… He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him. To the small figure covered by the cloak on the inside of the bed, he subconsciously flipped his scarlet swaying sleeves and stepped forward.

It’s just that the closer Li Ying got to half an inch, the more the sword in Ming Ci’s hand came out of its sheath.

It caused his gaze to wander back and forth between the teacup and Ming Ciyue. After a while, as if to confirm something, the phoenix eyes narrowed and he smiled sullenly.

“Who did the uncle stop, is it a concubine, or…” Li Ying put his hand on the blade of the sword and pulled the tip of the blade towards his lower abdomen.

Ming Ciyue’s expression showed a moment of hesitation, not afraid of hurting him, he suddenly drew his sword, and the sword was sheathed.

Li Ying smiled indifferently, walked around him to the emperor’s pillow, and gently and intimately held Ji Zheng’s left hand that was still outside.

The fingertips are light and just right on the radial side of the wrist, where the light blue blood is beating non-stop.

This technique seems to only use two points of strength, but in fact, Ji Zheng’s left hand is restrained to death. Ji Zheng knew that he was crazy, and it was not impossible for him to kill the monarch in the Yan Kingdom’s palace, so he had to let him pull it and continue to pretend to be dead for the time being.

Li Ying watched his every move, thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and put his hand on his belly with a bad taste.

Ji Zheng only felt that the palm of his hand seemed to be a piece of smooth cloth. Under the cloth, it was flat and slightly rigid. Then he listened…

“Your Highness, this is your eldest prince.”

Ming Ci Yue: “…”

Ji Zheng: “…”

I’m not, I’m not, I’m just a kidney incompetent, how can I make a man pregnant? !

Li Ying frowned, the soft and thin hand was motionless in his palm, and there was no reaction at all. Could it be that he passed out?

“The concubine wants to ask the uncle to give the little prince a name.”

Ming Ci looked at Ji Zheng subconsciously and said, “Zheng Zheng.”

As soon as the words fell, Mingci stopped, and Ji Zheng was also stunned.

Why does it happen to be a zheng zheng, which zheng zheng is the more Ming Ci is talking about… The name of the little emperor in the book does not appear many times, and it is called Ji Chaoming, and Ji Zheng is his real name in his previous life.

Only Li Ying, with a normal expression, nodded thoughtfully, “Zhengzheng, this name is good, if it is a little princess, use bamboo to compete for the zheng, and if it is a little prince, use people for Zhengzheng.”

“In this way, even if the sage dies, he will have no regrets.” Li Ying suddenly turned around the fingertips of the emperor’s hair, and lightly wrapped around the emperor’s slender and tender neck.

Li Ying’s smile became more and more blooming, watching Xiao Tianzi’s subtle reaction, waiting for him to jump up.

However, before the emperor revealed the stuffing, his hand was pressed on the bedpost, and the sword edge was nailed straight from between his two fingers, and the sharp momentum broke through the wind, directly in front of Li Ying.

Ji Zheng hit the ghost gate and walked around, looking in a trance, before he could catch his breath, he heard Li Ying faintly ask, “Isn’t this what Your Highness just wanted to do but didn’t do it, what’s wrong with me coming to help you? “

This pervert actually provoked the strong family affection between him and his uncle!

“Whether this king wants to or not has nothing to do with the imperial concubine.”

Ji Zheng: …Okay, I get it.

“This king is only the guard in front of the Holy Sage, and I cannot watch the imperial concubine make a move against the Sage.”

Li Ying said: “The guard in front of the palace? It’s just the lackey that carries the chamber pot for the royal family.”

Ming Ci Yue’s expression did not change, and he did not change his temper. He looked at Li Ying’s lower abdomen in a meaningful way, “Since the imperial concubine is pregnant with a fetus, please respect yourself.”

Li Ying’s eyes darkened: “In those days, when His Highness led a hundred thousand iron cavalry to protect the mountains and rivers from the horseshoes in the Western Desert, I handed it over to a sinister woman and a stupid child. Would Your Highness be reconciled?”

Before Ming Ci Yue could reply, Li Ying said again: “If His Highness led the troops back to the DPRK and refused to hand over power, then who is sitting on the dragon chair today is still unknown. You are the only one in the entire Yan Kingdom who can still see the result. It’s still a **** inside.”

This plot… The villain moves so fast, he has begun to stimulate Ming Ci to rebel more and more.

But it’s normal. Li Ying was looking forward to another battle with Ming Ciyue. What he wanted to destroy was the invincible Long Gun War God on the battlefield of the Western Desert, not the Wenrun Prince who was imprisoned in the capital.

At the end of the original book, Ming Ciyue had the opportunity to take command of the army again because Li Ying returned to the Western Desert to launch an offensive challenge again. In a sense, it was Li Ying who provided Ming Ciyue with an opportunity to rebel.

Ji Zheng’s nerves were tense, and he was waiting to see how the protagonist would respond.

Ming Ci Yue just said lightly: “Dayan has many capable people with lofty ideals.”

Li Ying smiled disdainfully, and while he was not prepared, he raised his hand and swept the teacup on the table, the teacup fell to the ground, and the scum and tea splashed all over the floor. At the same time, Li Ying knelt down on the side of the couch with a sad expression, “Sacred, sage?”

The crisp cracking sound instantly affected Ji Zheng’s nerves, and he suddenly became nervous.

There is only one wall away from the main room of the Tai Hospital. After hearing the movement, the guards over there rushed over with the doctors.

Everyone saw that His Royal Highness King Jing used his sword to press Concubine Ying on the bedpost, while the emperor lay motionless on the inside, calm and peaceful, and seemed to have no response to the outside world.

Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering if the timing of pushing the door was not right, and they bumped into something amazing.

Li Ying lightly sobbed: “Your Majesty, what kind of tea are you drinking?” The panic-stricken expression on his face was so natural that he woke up the imperial physician present.

what tea? A healer stepped forward and dipped a little from the wreckage of a teacup on the ground, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed.

After a long while, the man’s expression changed greatly, and he cried out in grief: “Sir, the poison in this tea, you…”

Although he was an unpleasant tyrant and a powerless puppet, he was still the lord of a country, and he died without warning during their negligence in their work… All the guards in the palace panicked, kneeling on their knees, cry cry.

Li Ying sobbed: “I only saw the emperor’s uncle serving as a saint…” Tea.

Everyone’s eyes focused on Ming Ciyue.

“Let’s be presumptuous, let me take down the Ming Ci Yue!” Ji Zheng jumped up, his face full of sullenness, obviously in a hurry.

Li Ying smiled lightly and nodded.

But he only heard the emperor grit his teeth in anger and said, “If I hadn’t played dead, I would have never imagined how this commander, Uncle, should have perfunctory and neglected his duties.”

Li Ying’s smile gradually faded.

“Wouldn’t you hurry up to check when you saw that I was knocked out by the thief, wouldn’t you pick me up when you saw that I was in a state of embarrassment?” Ming Ci Yue, who was half-kneeling and pleaded guilty, took advantage of the situation and put a soft pillow on him. He grabbed it and tucked it behind him, “and robbed my royal pillow without authorization.”

The direction of the emperor’s words is already obvious, the poison is not a clear word, but he is still guilty of dereliction of duty as a guard.

Li Ying frowned, turned his head, and stared at the emperor.

“I fined you three months of silver, do you have any opinion?” The emperor seemed to be relieved and frowned.

“Uncle, look up at me.”

Ming Ciyue still knelt on the ground silently and lowered his head without saying a word, but when Tianzi reached out his hand to touch his chin, he suddenly raised his head again.

The dark pupils are warm and dead, but they can’t see the end at a glance.

Ji Zheng was stunned, withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and looked away in a hurry, “No, it should be the monthly salary of King Jing’s mansion. King Jing is still my guard, so I will be confined in Yanfu Hall first.”

Ming Ciyue was only wearing black undergarments, like a solitary pine on the edge of a clear cliff, kneeling on the floor that was as ice as iron in the winter moon, thin but not thin.

Ji Zheng looked at his clothes and suddenly shivered violently. Only then did he notice that Ming Ciyue’s cloak was still in his arms, and the faint body temperature was moistening him with a dry herbal fragrance.

Due to the occasion, Ji Zheng was inconvenient to return him on the spot. He just raised his sleeves and squeezed Ye Mingzhu tightly, “Return to the palace, return to the palace.”

Ming Ci Yue did not get up from beginning to end, and looked sideways to see a black and yellow dragon robe carrying a graceful red gauze, passing by his side, without stopping, and walked away intimately.

After leaving the door, Ji Zheng paused in his footsteps. Out of the corner of the eye, he could see clearly that the guards who were crowding the door with their heads bowed had a small scarlet mole on their throats, exactly the same as the one covered by Li Ying’s veil in the book. The servants who were dowry from West Desert seemed to have been squatting for a long time.

“Is Concubine Ai still satisfied with my arrangement?”

Li Ying followed beside him, his face was covered with clouds that could not be covered by a veil, his eyes rolled around a few times, and he looked at him pitifully. Suddenly he laughed angrily, “You saw it and saved him. What are you doing to save him? It’s not right, it’s not right, who are you? You’re not him, he doesn’t have the brain to do this.”

Seeing that the villain was so angry, Ji Zheng was instantly refreshed, and said with a shy face, “Concubine Ying, I am your saint.”

Li Ying’s red robe was raised, covering Ji Zheng’s shoulders from his side, and with the help of the clothes, he pushed him against the wall, and suddenly got very close, holding his neck with his side, frowning like a what are you looking for.

“What are you doing, Concubine Ai is indecently insulting me, but I’m going to call someone!” Ji Zheng desperately pulled away.

When the servants behind them saw the love scene between the emperor and the concubine, they all followed the principle of ignoring indecent assault, bowing their heads and looking away one by one.

Ji Zheng was in a hurry, and slapped Li Ying’s stomach, “Ai Concubine’s belly, be careful to wear it!”

Only then did Li Ying let go of him with a half-smile.

“It is rumored that there is an art of disguise in the West Desert, or the evil **** leans over a person, pretends to be this person, absorbs the soul of the person and reshapes it…” He said something strangely, shaking his head and walking away.

In the Cining Hall, the Empress Dowager sat high on the head, Ji Zheng wanted to bow and salute in a proper manner, but glanced sideways at the lady’s doubtful expression, his feet changed, and he straightened and swaggered down to sit down. A group of beautiful maids from the Cining Hall peeled melon seeds and slapped a fan for him.

This is the character of the little saint.

The Empress Dowager glanced at him and sneered silently.

This woman was born beautiful and noble, with beautiful phoenix eyes and beautiful temples. Although she has already sat in the high position of the imperial grandmother, she looks like she is in her early 40s, and she is in full bloom. It is true that she does not have the talent for politics, and most of the emperor’s tyranny and tyranny came from her. But the little sage didn’t care who was in power, and the grandmother spoiled him and let him do things wrong in trivial matters, and he felt that this was the best person in the world to treat him.

It’s a pity that the person who treats him best in the world, when the Holy Palace was surrounded by the army, still didn’t give up his plan to carry another baby from a foreign tribe and establish a new emperor.

The grandparents and grandsons joined forces to take the country of Yan into the hands of the protagonist.

He was habitually playing with beads in his hand, sitting like a needle, patiently giving the woman half a sip of tea, “Ancestor…”

“Isn’t the saint who has been sick for many days and does not want to see the old woman, why did he come in person today?”

Ji Zheng only heard the second half of the sentence, and said anxiously: “What did the imperial grandmother send people to do in the palace, and what did Li Ying tell you?”

The farce that day ended in an attempted assassination, which directly alerted the Empress Dowager. Under the banner of strengthening the guard, she sent people to station in Yanfu Hall, surrounded the side hall of King Jing in a stern way, and forced Li Ying to be locked in the emperor’s bedroom, in the name of promoting feelings.

Concubine Ying was doing nothing every day, lying on the bed with her arms on her side, and patted the dragon couch with a smile, “Holy, come up.”

Ji Zheng turned around decisively, and slept in the imperial study every day, holding countless memorials.

“You don’t care about Concubine Ying, you only care about an outsider.” The Empress Dowager frowned, “I know you don’t like her, but she does have a child in her belly. She is the princess of Ximo, and Ximo has no prince yet. The day this child grows up and returns to the Western Desert is when Dayan expands its territory.”

She suddenly sat upright, and said in a low voice: “The Holy One tells the truth to Aijia, is this child really the Holy One?”

Ji Zheng was speechless: “Did the imperial grandmother really send someone to ask the imperial concubine for a pulse?”

The Empress Dowager nodded solemnly, “It is absolutely true.”

Ji Zheng had no choice. Li Ying was proficient in the strange arts of the Western Desert, and he could hide his male body. It was not difficult to fake a happy pulse.

“When someone entered the house that day, they saw Ming Ci Yue and Li Ying entangled, if this child is Ming Ci Yue…” The end tone rose.

Ji Zheng quickly bit his head and bowed his head: “It’s mine.”

“Really, Aijia doesn’t believe it.”

“Don’t believe me, I have grown up, and the imperial grandmother underestimates my ability! Concubine Ai and I love each other every day, sharing the same bed every day, no matter what the prince is.” The emperor’s voice became smaller and smaller. His face flushed red, “He was locked up in the mansion to steal some leisure time, I will call him back to me to patrol and watch the night.”

The Empress Dowager shook her head: “It’s over, but Concubine Ying said again that the teacup was poisoned by King Jing to the saint.”

“I’m not sitting here properly, that medicine is of no use to me at all.”

As soon as she waved her hand, an imperial doctor came up, and explained in a voice: “That day, there was a strange poison in the tea, and it was not owned by me in Dayan. Bone, neurological confusion, or dementia, laughing or crying bitterly, severe loss…”

Ji Zheng’s heart is so cold: “Come on!”

The imperial doctor knelt down: “Losing the ability to bear children.”

Ji Zheng realized, no wonder those people hurried away after taking the medicine, and they tried to find Ming Ci more and more. Originally, he wanted to use his ugly appearance to make Ming Ci more happy. Such exaggerated symptoms of poisoning are a loss. With him lay the plain-wrapped corpse. And letting him cut off his sons and grandsons is also beneficial to the prince to seek power and seize the throne.

Ji Zheng didn’t dare to think about it, but silently clenched the night pearl, “Then there was no symptoms at the time, didn’t it mean that there was no poisoning?”

“That’s not necessarily true.” The imperial physician repeatedly grabbed the ground with his head. “The exotic poison also has the possibility of lurking for a long time, and it may occur from time to time.”

The Empress Dowager sighed faintly at this time, “After all, King Jing is a person with a different surname, and his heart must be different. But although he is not in the army, thousands of sergeants still rely on his name, and there is no definite evidence of his poisoning. It is inappropriate to make public this matter. But rest assured, grandson, the Ai family will not let the dragon veins fall indistinctly, some of which are silent methods…”

Ji Zheng recalled the silent methods of the Gong Dou veteran, and his heart skipped a beat. “No, absolutely not, the grandmother don’t rob me, leave the clear words to me, and I have to personally check the person who poisoned me!” He gritted his teeth deliberately, smiled wickedly, and grabbed a handful of grapes as a prop. .

The purple-red grape juice dripped down his wrist bone, drop by drop into the glass cup, “I want to keep Uncle Huang by my side, and let him slowly repay with… body.”

The Empress Dowager looked at her grandson who didn’t look like a prince of benevolence and kindness. She was violent and held grudges, but she followed her. She felt a little relieved, and habitually agreed to the emperor’s small request, “Either way, remember to be quick and ruthless. It’s okay for the sage to practice it himself, like before, the gentleness of the emperor is not like an emperor…”

Gentle… What is the misunderstanding of the imperial grandmother about me?

“But before that, the sage has to promise Aijia to choose a concubine. Concubine Yinggui is already pregnant, and the harem can’t be too empty.” The empress dowager smiled and said, “The grandmother knows that you have a bad taste and love beauty. This time, you can choose any woman in the capital, and there is no objection to whoever grandmother chooses.”

Ji Zheng fainted: “I’m still young.”

The Empress Dowager glanced at his lower abdomen pointedly, and said to herself: “I don’t know the latent nature of that poison… Maybe I should try it on King Jing.”

“I’ve grown up, thank you for your success.” Ji Zheng gritted his teeth, “You can choose a concubine, but the imperial concubine Ying crowns the harem, and now I’m tired of seeing the rest, so I might as well take this opportunity to send them home. Go.” I don’t know if I want to choose a new one…

“As you like.” The Empress Dowager yawned with her head supported.

Ji Zheng responded to the drudgery and returned to his Yanfu Hall in dejection. The Empress Dowager’s manpower has been withdrawn, and it is reasonable to say that Mingciyue can already return to his own guard post, but the entire palace is silent, not only Mingciyue is not seen, but half of the guards are invisible.

It’s too dangerous. Now that both the empress dowager and the villain concubine are staring at the protagonist, it’s better to keep him by your side.

“Ming Ci Yue!” Ji Zheng shouted and searched for the guard’s office, which was the place where the Imperial Army usually took a break.

The shabby house is like a different world from the luxurious style of the Yanfu Hall on the side.

“Ming Ci…” Ji Zheng was about to push the door when he collided with Ming Ci who was about to come out, and staggered into his arms.

Ming Ciyue did not wear the cape and black armor of the Imperial Army today, and only left a layer of dark thin middle clothes wrapped around him. His black hair was half-dry and slightly damp. .

“Be careful.” Ming Ciyue hurriedly held him up, holding the emperor’s thin wrist with one hand to help him up, and the other hand behind him tightly closing the door.

As soon as Ji Zhengfu touched his slightly wet hand, he hurriedly shook it away like an electric shock… The memory that the thick and thin callus in his palm carved on his wrist has not yet dissipated.

The more Mingci let go, he clasped his fists and knelt down to plead guilty.

Only then did Ji Zheng notice a small package on his side, “Are you planning to pack up and leave?”

Ming Ci paused for a while, “Yes, Wei Chen is to blame, Wu Yan will accompany the holy driver again, please allow me…”

“You, if you want to get beauty, what face do you have to say goodbye to me?” Ji Zheng didn’t wait for him to finish, but he scolded his head and face, “You can’t even be a bodyguard, what else can you do! I see you are Do you have an unruly mind, you are passive and slack at work, so that I can drive you back to the palace to be an idle lord, so that you can arrange how to seek power and usurp the throne when you have time?”

“I don’t like you, so I’ll put you under my nose, stare at you, beat you, and don’t even think about doing anything small for me!” After saying that, Ji Zheng was still angry and tore off his package. , thrown aside.

Ming Ci Yue lowered his head the whole time, letting him vent his anger without saying a word.

Ji Zheng suddenly remembered another thing, “In your hands, Lieutenant General Han Cheng, check his…”

Ming Ci looked up and looked at him suspiciously. Ji Zheng suddenly let out his anger, “Forget it, I told you to be strict in military discipline, train hard, and kick out the lazy guards.”

Han Cheng is a personal soldier trained by Ming Ci’s family, and the more Ming Ci suspects, no one can suspect him.

But Ji Zheng, who is familiar with the plot of the original book, still remembers that this Hancheng was unstable and reckless in his actions. In the name of protecting King Jing, he hid a sword beside the seat of King Jing’s political enemies in the palace banquet, and gave it to the same person in the autumn hunting. The cavalry general’s horse’s feet are unshoes… But there are too many exposed horse’s feet, and success is more than failure.

It was only revealed at the end of the original book that this man had always been jealous of his own clear remarks like his own brother, and everything he did was out of malice.

This time, the medicine has successfully drawn the attention of the empress dowager back to King Jing.

Really have you, good lieutenant.

Ji Zheng looked down at Ming Ciyue’s docile and obedient kneeling on the spot, a little angry.

Ming Ci Yue retreated from the battlefield and was confined in the palace, as if he had lost his previous **** stubbornness.

Facing such a protagonist who couldn’t support the wall, Ji Zheng didn’t know how he had to clear the way for him so that he could be sent to the throne intact.

The emperor mumbled without end and end: “You are so gentle that you are used and killed by others. You don’t have a long memory so many times. It’s useless. Forget it, you have to rely on me at the critical moment.”

“If I see you, don’t go anywhere, and Anxin will be a bodyguard, do you hear me?”

While playing with Ye Mingzhu, Ji Zheng pondered how to drive away Han Cheng without hurting Ming Ciyue’s heart, and walked away with his hands behind his back.

Ming Ciyue was still kneeling in the direction where the emperor was walking away, and after he was sure that he was walking away, he slowly got up and picked up the package beside him.

The package has been unwrapped, and the contents inside have fallen to the ground, including broken porcelain pieces from teacups, some residues of dried jujube and wolfberry, and clothes with vomit and blood stains.

Ming Ci Yue had just cleaned himself, looked at the package in disgust, didn’t want to pick it up, and simply burned it clean.

He turned around and entered the guardhouse.

The guards of the entire Yanfu Palace are here, standing in a row, silent, and in front of each of them is an identical small teacup with dried jujube and wolfberry floating in the teacup.

There was only one person missing, and he was tightly supported by the people on both sides, covering his mouth tightly.

Ming Ci became more expressionless, raised his chin, and the people on both sides let go. The person in the middle slid and sat on the ground. First, he let out a burst of retching, followed by wailing mixed with wild laughter, as if he was confused.

“I’m glad you chose to speak out instead of drinking this cup of tea for him.” Ming Ciyue’s voice was still gentle, no different from the sage who just answered, “The poison is all provided by Han Cheng, there is not enough.”

“This poison is the poison of the West Desert. I have gone on expeditions for the country for many years, not to steal the other party’s indiscriminate tactics.” Ming Ci Yue glanced at the people on the ground, “I know you have heard him say a lot, thinking that this is a There are many people who take revenge for me, I will no longer be held accountable for what happened before today, please be careful.”

“You’re here to avenge him! He’s an incompetent, faint-hearted lord, so why do you drive you like that? You’re really used to being a dog and can’t stand…” The rest of the words turned into a whimper, and Ming Ci held his On the edge of his sleeve, he helped him cover his mouth with his hand, and blocked it back together with the poison spilling from the corner of his mouth.

“Avenge him?” Ming Ci paused and thought for a while, “It shouldn’t be, so what’s the difference between me and you.”

“It’s just that I told you to get rid of the arrogant…” If this can’t be done, then he will make a clear resignation, the former commander, the current prince, is not far from destruction.

The blood-stained residue on the ground looked too dazzling, and Ming Ci was the most clean-minded person, so he usually couldn’t see these things. But today he just stared straight at him, his eyes gloomy.

That day, the little emperor also vomited filth and poison all over the floor.