The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ji Zheng's lips were blue from the cold, and his consciousness was blurred. He subconsciously wanted to call, "Huang..." The uncle word was immediately blocked by Xuan Qian.

Xuan Qian restrained him and kept the house absolutely silent, imagining that he had been demonstrated with no one in the house just now.

Who knew that the knock on the door had no meaning to stop at all, and it was louder than louder.

Xuan Qian had no choice but to get up to answer the door, and before leaving, he tightened the cassock outside Ji Zheng like a threat.

The door opened a crack, and the moonlight, along with half of Ming Ciyue's figure, instantly poured in, and as Xuan Qian closed the door tightly, it faded away, returning the room to darkness and silence.

Ji Zheng supported the wall and slowly got up from the ground. Through the window, he could see two generally tall figures saluting each other, respectful and friendly, Xuan Qian seemed to be negotiating with him, and the words were more eloquent. Stay motionless in place.

Does Ming Ci know that he is here?

Ji Zheng wanted to speak again, but subconsciously stopped. As he left the floor, his body temperature gradually rose, and his thinking became clearer and more rational.

This is the territory of the Great Empress Dowager. Ming Ci is coming here to find him more and more.

Moreover, Xuan Qian will be Ming Ciyue's ally to seize power afterward. If Ming Ciyue has a conflict with Xuan Qian, he will be forced to fight for him...

Ji Zheng suddenly shivered, a shiver that was colder than his skin on the cold floor.

There is also a small pavilion window on the back side, small and high, leading to the back side of the Cining Hall.

Ji Zheng sighed, moved his hands and feet, stepped on the table where the incense burner was worshipped, and grabbed the window sill with both hands.

Although Ji Zheng is thin and small, he is not very tall. In addition to today's cumbersome red jacket, it looks like a fiery red velvet ball. With his identity as a little emperor, his image is really not elegant.

After moving a few times, he really climbed up the window, twisting a few more times, half of his body was about to go out, and escape was in sight. But with a slight stab, Ji Zheng slowly lowered his head, and the barbs of the wooden window caught the button of his jacket, locking him in half.

As soon as he worked hard to earn it, a small row was broken in a chain. The more anxious he is, the tighter he hangs, and it is not a matter of retreating now, nor is it going out.

Suddenly Ji Zheng's waist tightened, and a pair of hands firmly clasped his waist. With light force, he gently pushed him out, untied the knot with ease, and brought him back.

He was so anxious that he fluttered his hands and feet desperately in the air, and shouted: "Uncle Huang, you are going against the sky, let go of me!"

"Uncle?"

Why is that monk's voice again?

Ji Zheng fainted instantly, his hands and feet took off his strength, and he obediently let the man take him down. I didn't even realize it, and a little bit of loss in my heart couldn't stop rushing out like a gushing spring.

Xuan Qian said: "His Royal Highness King Jing wants to find Xuan Qian to meditate, and I have persuaded him to return."

Ji Zheng lowered his head: "...Oh."

Xuanqian said again: "I just heard from the sage that I want to go home for the festival, but I want to accompany this emperor..."

Ji Zheng hurriedly interrupted him: "Of course it's the empress, imperial concubine, imperial concubine who will accompany me in the future, what are I doing with Ming Ci for the big festival?"

He paused, then grinned viciously, "Accompany Ming to say goodbye? If he can find me a beautiful imperial aunt, I don't mind accompany the little imperial aunt..."

Ji Zheng's "aunt" was still on his lips, but his smile froze. Hearing a bang, the wooden door that had been locked tightly by Xuan Qian was slammed open from the outside.

It is the more clear words, and the more clear words.

He didn't believe Xuan Qian's words at all, and he turned back straight after leaving half a step.

After violently kicking the door, his eyes immediately touched the little emperor on the ground, stiffened, and immediately retracted his legs, standing humbly in the same place, bowing his head in silence, carrying a bean lamp in the heavy frost of the night, as if it was not him who kicked the door just now.

Comparing Ji Zheng again, half of the buttons of the jacket are missing, the collar is open, and there is a strange evil smile hanging from the corner of his mouth, like an anxious ghost.

Xuan Qian let go of the hand holding Ji Zheng, and stood aside with a look of nothing to do with him.

Ji Zheng was really panicked, panicked and embarrassed, and instantly raised his voice: "In the middle of the night, what are you, a guard of the Imperial Army, not guarding the Yanfu Palace and running to my concubine selection banquet? I shouldn't have done it last time. Unleash you!"

"Sacred Lord..." Ming Ci hesitated for a moment, "I don't mean to go back early tonight." The voice became lower and lower.

"Go early and come back early? I said it, I don't remember, but all the ladies and beauties in this courtyard are pulling me and not letting me go. How can you tell me to go back tonight?"

Ji Zheng stood up from the ground, fluttered the dust behind him, reluctantly packed up his clothes, endured the numbness of his legs and pretended to be swaggering before Ming Ciyue's eyelids, and snatched his lantern.

"I'm going to catch the beauties in the yard. I will sleep here tonight with them for the winter solstice. You can go back alone."

Ming Ci lowered his eyes more and rarely answered.

Ji Zheng raised his voice: "Ming Ci Yue, raise your eyes and look at me..."

Ming Ci met his eyes more and more instantly.

The coldness seemed to really penetrate the skin, freezing the bone marrow, and stared straight down from the heights.

Rather than staring, it was more like condescendingly looking at the things in the cage.

Ji Zheng had never seen such a clear speech before, jumped in shock, and suddenly took a half step back.

He staggered his eyes, took a deep breath to suppress his concentration, passed Ming Ciyue, and sternly urged: "In short, go back immediately, don't stay in the Cining Hall, disturb my good deeds, and don't get close to Cining in the future. Half a step in the hall, do you hear me?"

After he left, Ming Ci Yue stood there and didn't move for a while.

Xuan Qian suddenly spoke up and said coldly: "You see, he is such a person, there is nothing to be surprised about. Such an emperor can't put others down in his heart, let alone the world."

Ming Ci Yue still did not reply.

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Xuan Qian called to him, "Why did Your Highness come to him today, could it be... looking for him for the festival?"

Ming Ciyue then glanced at him quietly: "Perform your duty."

When Ji Zheng came out, it was three quarters in the middle of the night, and the temperature had dropped to the lowest.

He walked along the river, one foot deep and one shallow foot in the grass, kicking stones on the ice in boredom.

Cold and tired, Xiao Tianzi's mind soon became hazy again.

If he had just kept Ming Ciyue, maybe he could be asked to carry him. It doesn't matter if there is no chariot, he can also ride on Ming Ciyue's neck, warm and relaxed...

Suddenly, a stone did not touch the ice surface, but bounced onto something soft, making a muffled sound.

Ji Zheng raised his head blankly, and looked along, a length of lotus-colored satin hanging on the ice, which seemed a little familiar.

Ji Zheng rubbed his sleepy eyes, frowned, and suddenly opened his mouth and lost his words.

On the ice, far away and one near, stood two thin female figures, as if chasing and playing, they entered the central bank of the river. The recent women with high ponytails were none other than Xuan Qian, who had just been frightened by Wu Duan at the banquet.

Are these ladies playing hide-and-seek on the ice?

Ji Zheng pouted, kicked the stones and was about to leave, but suddenly heard a hollow female voice floating in the air, accompanied by the cold and freezing weather, in the middle of the night, like a ghost urging her life: "The family can no longer accept me, enter the palace. That is, in order to support the family, I have nothing to do at the moment, and I was driven back... I have told you, not only me, you will be like this in the future. go back…"

Xuan Qian's voice was louder, with a faint cry: "Don't move anymore..."

Ji Zheng was stunned. From ancient times to the present, which palace wall has not had a few ghosts floating in the wall, but now he really encountered a concubine in his palace, in his harem, and in front of him looking for death...

Although the woman was weak, she was very awake and thought very clearly. She vibrated her voice, "It's okay, if I jumped off, I would never let him go in the underworld, the ghosts wandered here all day, that dog emperor is so timid, maybe he can be scared to sleep, leaving a psychological shadow, Maybe you won't be recruited into the palace as concubine again."

Dog Emperor:…

Ji Zheng gritted his teeth, he didn't dare to call the guards to stimulate the woman, so he had to take a step down from the grass. The ice layer by the river is thick, he tried to step on it, but he could still bear the weight. One step, two steps...

"Ah!" The woman saw him inadvertently and looked panicked, "Don't come here..."

Xuan Qian also looked back at him, and her expression of surprise soon turned to resentment.

Ji Zheng persuaded her in a soft voice, "Don't be nervous, I won't come to arrest you, I heard that you are not allowed in your family, if you want to stay in the palace, stay in the palace, I won't drive you back..."

Xu Shi had never seen a tyrant with such a kind face. The woman was stunned for a moment, then clutching her clothes tightly, she was so frightened that she started to cry, her eyes were bent, and her tears were hitting the ice, "You keep me in the palace, what do you want to do to me..."

Ji Zheng: …

How much psychological shadow has the image of the original owner left on her...

In an instant, the pace under her feet became faster, and it was almost too late. The ice layer in the middle of the river was the thinnest, and the woman was almost at her destination.

From a distance, this scene looked as if Ji Zheng was a disheveled disciple, rushing them into the river, forcing the two women to a dead end.

Suddenly Ji Zheng's collar was heavy, and someone grabbed him and pushed him straight into the mud on the shore.

Ji Zheng was in pain from the fall, and looked up at the pair of gloomy pupils full of hatred, both of them were stunned at the same time.

Why hasn't Mingciyue left yet, what is he doing here?

"Holy..."

The more Mingci hurriedly loosened the collar that was still in his hand, he never imagined that the dingy little figure he saw in the distance, who forced the woman to jump into the river with his teeth and claws, would be the little sage who just said he was going to find the beauty to sleep.

He took a half step back in confusion, half kneeling in apology.

How could Ji Zheng be bothered to explain to him, "You stay here and don't come here."

He stepped on the ice again, gritted his teeth, changed his mind, and said sharply to the woman: "Then you can jump, and when you die inside, I will send someone to fish you out, drain it, dry it, and put it in the air. Your soul is trapped in my palace, so you can never get out, you can only be trapped here forever."

The woman shivered with fright, her crying stopped abruptly, and her whole body stopped in place for an instant.

"Your Highness?" The more Ming Ci heard such vicious words, he couldn't believe it, and frowned on the shore.

Ji Zheng turned and glanced at him from a distance, then turned around and added with a sneer: "I like to see dead beauties the most. When I go to the emperor's mausoleum, I will take you as a funeral."

Ming Ci pursed his lips more and more, looked at the thin figure on the ice silently, his eyes were complicated, and he couldn't help but want to drag him back.

But Xuanqian took the lead. She was already furious, and she was in a hurry. At this time, she didn't care about the distinction between superiors and inferiors, and Chang Duan swung to the position of the little emperor on the shore, dragging him directly to the more central ice surface.

"Are you crazy, do you think she didn't die fast enough!" Xuan Qian became anxious, stomping on the ice with both feet.

"Shh, don't move." Ji Zheng asked her to turn her head to look at the woman.

Sure enough, the woman changed direction, and dragged her steps closer to the shore step by step, completely losing the sad expression she had when she begged for death.

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief just now, but found that the woman took a step by step, clearly walking towards the place where the two of them stood.

He turned his eyes instantly and looked at the moment, at the foot of Xuan Qian, the ice layer made a terrible creaking sound.

The author has something to say:

Zheng Zheng: Hehehe, I don't mind accompany the little aunt.

Slag writer (smile): Silly boy, isn't the little aunt yourself yourself?

Seeing someone who asks and reads the mind, no, it's far away... Zhengzheng is the king of the mouth-heavy world. If you come out and mix, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

The time of the day shift may not be fixed, about at night or in the middle of the night. During the day, it is usually to catch bugs (bow).