"Ming Ci Yue." Ji Zheng suppressed the trembling in his voice and slowly stretched out his arm to the opposite side, "Put me up, I don't want to take a hot bath."

The fear of water dilutes everything, and Ji Zheng has no intention to take a closer look at Ming Ciyue's appearance, nor does he care whether he can see his wet body at the moment.

"Send me up, send me up quickly."

Ming Ci Yue just said softly and firmly: "No, not the Holy One."

Ji Zheng suddenly slumped, looking at Ming Ciyue with loss and confusion in his eyes. He froze for a moment, retracted his hand, clenched his teeth immediately, turned away from Ming Ciyue, and desperately struggled and rowed his arms towards the shore closest to him.

Mingci said more steadily: "I can't see the sage, the sage, please come over here."

But Ji Zheng couldn't hear it, and there were a few more flutters, and the water splashed around in the steaming soup pool.

Ji Zheng's legs were still soft and numb in the pool, and he couldn't sit still at all.

Just when he was about to fall in again, "The minister has caught the saint."

A pair of hands searched for the water splashing from the left and right, and chased after him accurately. With only the faint voice, he firmly positioned him. First, he touched the fingers that were making a mess, and then he climbed up on the slightly cold forearm that was exposed on the surface of the water.

All the hot water that Ji Zheng brought while struggling fell on Ming Ciyue's body.

Ming Ci Yue pulled him into his arms, and brought his upper body out of the water, leaving only his legs to continue the treatment in the hot water.

This touch was exactly the same as under the ice surface last night, slightly offsetting the fear of water in his heart. Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, raised his head, calmed down slightly, and panted heavily.

Ming Ci Yue pursed his lips slightly behind him.

Suddenly, Ji Zheng felt the two hands protecting his back move away.

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ming Ciyue.

Ming Ci said softly: "Holy Master, please hold the minister tightly, and it is inconvenient for the minister to touch the Holy Master."

It turned out to be like this... such a gentle and courteous man.

Ji Zheng hurriedly nodded his head up and down: "Mmmmmm." Then he hugged Ming Ciyue's shoulders and sent himself up.

How could he still remember the superiority and inferiority of monarchs and subjects, but he subconsciously regarded Mingciyue as the only life-saving straw, clinging on tightly, shrinking himself up and hanging on the other side, unwilling to relax at all, for fear of falling into the water.

And the body of the man he used as a straw froze a little.

Ji Zheng looked back at the surface of the water under the billowing hot mist with lingering fears. The circles of ripples were reflected in his steam-drenched pupils, causing him to breathe a little heavier unconsciously.

Dizziness, hypoxia.

"Don't look at the sage." A hand stretched out and covered his eyes, "Neither the minister nor the sage looked at him."

Ji Zheng's eyelashes trembled up and down, and turned his head away from his hand, and looked back at him again.

Ming Ciyue removed the usual black armor at this time, leaving only a thin white coat, which was splashed by the water that the emperor had just lifted up. Outline the trend of every inch of texture. The black hair was wet, and hung down to the side of the head together with the white cloth.

Thin sweat.

A few strands of forehead hair hung with water droplets, drooping down, tick, tick, pitiful.

But even so, he still stood still in the hot fog, just as he was kneeling under the weight of frost when he first saw him.

An inch of white cloth outlines the curves of the deep eyes and the peaked bridge of the nose, barely covering the edge, and the thin lips are tightly pursed, looking forbearance and restraint.

Such a beautiful beauty was tormented by him like this.

Ji Zheng looked at it, stunned, and suddenly felt a sense of guilt.

The clearer and clearer Mingci was that he only regarded himself as a loyal servant and a good doctor, and ruthlessly came in to serve him and help him treat his legs in a hot bath. And he was so pretentious that he couldn't let go.

They are all men, and he has some clear words, but also has some words, what can't we meet.

Ji Zheng thought for a while, then carefully picked up one end of the white cloth from the pool.

As long as he exerts a little force at this moment, the cloth satin will slide down lightly and fall to the surface of the water, and the more clear words are, the more you can see everything.

Including the hazy hot fog, his naked appearance.

"No." A hand held his hand instead, "Sir, please stop."

"Why?" Ji Zheng raised his eyebrows in doubt, "I'm not afraid, I'll let you see it."

Mingci lowered his head the more he lowered his head: "But I dare not look directly at the sage, I have no face." His voice was still so humble, and he couldn't hear a trace of emotional ups and downs.

Ji Zheng curled the corner of his mouth when he heard the words, and followed the white cloth viciously to trace the outline of Ming Ci Yue's eyebrows.

He raised his chest and said with a frivolous smile: "It's all men, why can't Uncle Huang let go!"

Ming Ci Yue didn't say a word, lightly rubbed his body, and suddenly slid down the pool wall an inch into the hot water.

Ji Zheng was startled suddenly, and with a slight tremor, he quickly wrapped his arms around him, hugging the back of his head and crawling up.

Ming Ci smoothed his back and signaled him to relax, and said involuntarily, "The palace is full of dangers and dangers, just like this soup pool, and you may fall into it at any time. Last night's ice breakout was not simple, Your Majesty You should be more careful and always be on the lookout for others." He paused and lowered his voice.

"…including me."

Ji Zheng shook his head and said, "It's not easy for an emperor like Zhen to be remembered because of something, and he can't prevent him."

The more Mingci heard the words, his brows suddenly frowned, and he was a little surprised.

"However, a gentleman like Uncle Huang..." Ji Zheng took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see himself, and looked at the person from the beginning to the end several times. He recalled that in the book, he was as docile as a white rabbit, and he was often bullied by others. Say goodbye.

He smiled contemptuously and concluded, "What's there to guard against?"

The more Ming Ci was hugged tightly by him, he didn't answer.

The hot bath for the legs can be prescribed by the little doctor for half an hour a day. When the time came, Ming Ci Yue took Xiao Sheng Shang out of the water and carried him to the soft couch beside him.

Even if the eyes are blurred and invisible, Ming Ci Yue can walk as usual, his movements are very familiar, and his steps are steady.

He put the emperor in place, took a towel for him, wiped off the water and wrapped it in a bright yellow shirt, and naturally knelt down to massage the emperor's calf.

The robe is half carried, the inside is hollow, and a pair of calves stick out from the hem.

The original owner ate a lot and still didn't gain weight. In addition to lack of exercise, he looked sickly and thin on weekdays. His entire calf was very clean and thin, and he couldn't find any muscle at all. It was slightly bulging. The smooth arc of the , just right, fit in the palm of Ming Ciyue.

"Have you tried to move the saint?"

Ji Zheng tried to hook his toes lightly, and happened to touch Ming Ci Yue's half-open white shirt.

Both of them were stunned, their bodies froze.

Ming Ci slowly raised his head, from bottom to top, as if he was about to cast doubtful and inquiring eyes.

This picture, this posture, and this position are all too subtle.

hollow inside...

Even though he knew that Ming Ci Yue couldn't see himself, Ji Zheng still felt ashamed.

He hurriedly coughed a few times and pretended to be disappointed: "My toes seem to...still don't follow orders very much."

Ming Ci frowned, lowered his head, and increased the intensity of the massage on his own.

The calf was gradually dyed a little rosy color from porcelain white in his hand.

Ji Zheng looked at it, and suddenly thought of something, "I thought of a treasure." He took Ming Ciyue's hand, soaked in the hot and humid air, and painted in his palm.

"A chair... and then remove the four legs, and press the two large wheels that can roll back and forth, so that I can sit on it, and I can move at will without being held by anyone, how about that?" He rolled his eyes.

What's more, you can also use a wheelchair to travel in a fair and open way, without walking!

After many days of reading books, Ji Zheng finally had the opportunity to show the wisdom of modern people, Ji Zheng couldn't help but feel a little complacent, ready to accept praise and praise.

But what was waiting for was a basin of cold water, "I think it's not right!" Ming Ci said sternly, "In this way, everyone else knows that the holy upper legs and feet are temporarily inconvenient, and they have been sitting on the chair. Others, detrimental to Tianwei."

"It's not..." Ji Zheng was slightly surprised, a little helpless at Ming Ciyue's seriousness, "Then I can't let the guards hold it all the time."

"It's okay for ministers." Ming Ciyue immediately said what he had just said, "They are both men, and they are both monarchs and ministers, why not?"

Ji Zheng: "…"

The author has something to say:

Hahaha who said that the worse the speech is, the better the uncle in this chapter! !

Ji Zheng: I always feel that I am bullying the beauty

Beauty Uncle: The minister can do it, the sage can bully him at will.

Ji Zheng: ...? ? ?

Hehe, Xiaosheng is still naive, and I don't know who is bullying whom in this chapter.

I don't know if you have bathed the cat. At the beginning, you can imagine the little emperor's bath. The picture is probably about the same hahaha

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