The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

An inconspicuous little **** came over to salute lightly, put away the plate, turned and disappeared in the shadow behind Yang Si.

Yang Si was still on all fours, trembling like a sieve, and he couldn't turn his head at all.

There was someone just now, and with the emperor's "arrogant" kick, he stomped into his knee socket with such force that he was not polite to him, and almost broke his hamstring.

The emperor seemed to be startled by his slippery kneeling, and after a while, he said, "...What do you want to explain yourself?"

There was still uncertainty in his voice.

After all, the emperor was just a young boy, a **** chosen by the empress dowager, and Yang Si was the empress dowager's own family. .

He has been running rampant for so long that he has forgotten the name of the dragon chair.

Evil and courage were born, and I don't know where the courage came from. Yang Si gritted his teeth and slammed the ground with force, "I'm going..."

At the moment of jumping up, he clearly saw the little emperor shrink back, and there was timidity in his eyes.

However, in the next instant, something silently hit his Achilles tendon, and before he felt any pain, his entire leg lost consciousness, only a silent whimper that was swallowed into his throat.

The emperor frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Si gasped in pain: "Last year, I bought a few acres of land in the suburbs of Beijing in the name of Duke Xiangguo, and renamed the village Yangjia Village."

The emperor seemed still not satisfied, "Head up."

Yang Si lowered her head and was full of cold sweat. But immediately his hair was pulled back fiercely, forcing him to raise his head in trembling.

His eyes fell on the porcelain doll-like face, and then he slowly patrolled the back of the emperor, half of his face vaguely hidden in the shadow of black hair.

Ming Ciyue doesn't have a high sense of existence, and he still has his usual low eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth. But his distance has obviously exceeded the limit set by the etiquette.

He leaned over the emperor's ear and said something, and the emperor's small face tightened, holding back a laugh, and scolded him in a low voice.

The two came back and forth, seemingly from the saints admonishing the ministers, and fell into the eyes of the caring people, but they were like a pair of pond birds sleeping with their necks crossed.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were gently trapped in the darkness from beginning to end, following the emperor's frown and frown openly.

Relying on the emperor can't notice.

That gaze, fiery, naked, and tasted, almost possessed.

Yang Si was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a gaze before. It was like a wealthy child who had gone bankrupt in the capital building to pursue a daughter and treasure, and his gaze was not even one-tenth of this.

He seemed to be wrong just now. It wasn't what the emperor did to Prince Jing, maybe it should be... What did Prince Jing do to the emperor?

Yang Si secretly rolled her eyes and peeped for too long, and the more Ming Ci was finally willing to notice him, those long and slightly raised eyes slowly scanned over and stopped on him.

The laughter disappeared instantly, and the depths of Ming Ciyue's eyes instantly formed heavy ice, full of condescending, indescribable disgust and disgust for some stinky things.

Looking at these eyes, Yang Si's subconscious sense of crisis was triggered, and his whole body shuddered.

Suddenly, the coercion behind his back seemed to be heavier.

The little emperor had a lot of concerns, and was restricted by the empress dowager and did not dare to touch him, but Ming Ciyue really dared.

Yang Si understood that she was crazy, really crazy, that she mistakenly thought that King Jing was just a dog that the emperor kept in the palace and pressed him under him. Ming Ciyue once swept away the Eight Divisions of the Western Desert with a team, rode alone into the camp, and shot the head coach from a thousand miles.

But a person like him will always be an untamed wolf.

The wolf was hidden from the smell, dressed in sheep's clothing, knelt down on his front legs like a lamb, and slept peacefully with the Lord.

However, the emperor was still undefended, slumped back lazily, snuggling up on the soft abdomen exposed by the wolf.

He is not only a **** of the empress dowager, he also has a shadow called Ming Ciyue.

Yang Si was dumbfounded for a while, not knowing who they were crazy about.

Ji Zheng couldn't let go of his heart and couldn't help whispering to Ming Ciyue, "Is he looking at me with those frightened eyes? Did I scare him, but I haven't done anything to him... Forget it, when I didn't ask ."

How could anyone truly submit to the willful and tyrannical petty tyrant like the original owner, who wanted him to have a big temper, and wanted him not to go to court?

How could a monarch Yijie be able to convince the emperors and rejuvenate the country just by having a big temper and killing a lot of people.

Ji Zheng has read the original book, and he knows more about it. Although the original owner lived a comfortable and self-willed life, in the eyes of many people, it is just a powerless joke...

He was just used to shrinking back and was not used to facing outsiders at all. He didn't expect to hold the authority and deter any minister. He just wanted to follow the route of the original owner and get a happy ending of the king's house arrest.

Ming Ci smiled softly at him: "The Holy One is the Son of Heaven, the Son of Heaven doesn't need to worry too much, the emperor has his own dragon power, even if he sits there, he will not be angry and proud."

Ji Zheng laughed dryly, but found that Ming Ciyue's words were serious, far from joking with him.

Ming Ci Yue continued: "The Son of Heaven is born with a spirit and can conquer many people."

"For example, conquering a minister."

conquered the minister.

Ji Zheng's throat was dry all of a sudden, and swallowing in vain for a long time was useless.

He pretended not to hear the whispered words behind him. He didn't want to turn his head to see Ming Ciyue, so he looked at Yang Si abruptly, "I remind you, do you remember the Taishui River in the back garden of Cining Hall?"

Yang Si's nose snot and tears have not dried up: "I really just visited my aunt and grandmother. I passed by the backyard, and when I saw the women playing, I mixed into it and made fun of it a few times. I really didn't think that they were concubines for the saint."

Ji Zheng endured nausea and continued to ask, "Is it gone?"

Yang Si really didn't look like there was anything else, he crawled over to Ji Zheng, as if to wipe all his tears on the black robe that fell to the ground.

Ji Zheng frowned, just as he was about to give an order to stop him, he saw Yang Si suddenly seem to have tripped before reaching the foot of his robe. The force was so strong that he stumbled halfway and slid down on the street with his face on the ground. To the Jizheng Jade Step.

Ji Zheng: ...?

He raised his head to look for the shadow where Yang Si had just stood. There was no one there, and a few slender palace servants bowed and stood along the beams and columns.

The following matters were much easier to handle. Yang Si was imprisoned by him and went to eat fast food and chanted Buddha, and there were two or three princes of the state, Prime Minister Zhang, General Xuan and others who were left to see.

When these people saw the dumplings, they didn't take any hints. After thanking the Holy Spirit for the gift, they also generously praised the creative filling of the new dumplings in the palace. Can't see the slightest flaw.

If you ask a little deeper, after a few words, it will be discussed on the Empress Dowager who is in retreat.

Ji Zheng reluctantly learned to deal with the crowd. Facing these old foxes, he temporarily gave up the output mode of roaring, making two troubles, and throwing three tables.

Ming Ci Yue told him, he can also not be angry and arrogant.

This time, I don't need to stick to Ming Ciyue's chest to ask if I scared people, and Ji Zheng can also perform on his own. Leaving Ming Ciyue's shoulders, sitting low on the chair, he can also pretend to be contemptuous.

It's just that the phrase "conquered the minister" is like a tiny flying insect, circling around his head, besieging him in circles, and it can't go away.

After the Marquis of Wu'an had finished speaking, when he bowed and saluted and was about to leave the table, there was a sudden noise outside, saying that the youngest son of the Marquis of Wu'an, Gu Congyun, heard that the saint made dumplings and wanted to follow up to make a plate.

Ji Zheng's forehead jumped suddenly, and everyone knew that this was a feast of the Hongmen, but this kid was the only one who relentlessly moved up.

He waved his hand: "If I don't see you, I just said that he doesn't have an official position or a title. He wants to see me, but he doesn't stand tall enough."

The Marquis of Wu'an's expression changed slightly, and after saying "I'm rude to the dog", he hurried away.

The hall suddenly quieted down, Ji Zheng seemed to be out of breath from a ball, relaxed and slumped, and his bones were too lazy to sit upright. He looked at Ming Ciyue and said, "According to what you said, everyone has seen it, can you decide?"

Ming Ci knelt down halfway down the steps and saluted, "This minister is incompetent, but before the real murderer is found, I dare to use a sharp blade to keep the saint safe."

Following his voice, Ji Zheng could see clearly that every corner of the entire hall was filled with ordinary palace guards, about a dozen people, kneeling behind Ming Ciyue together.

Ming Ci Yue introduced: "This is the accumulation of my minister's years of fighting on the border of the Western Desert..."

Where does Ji Zheng need him to explain, these people belong to a dark blade team of Ming Ciyue, who stole the art of Yiyi Bone from Ximo, and also healed their bodies. In Ming Ciyue's triumphal victory play a small role.

This team can change its image all the time. It has thousands of faces, and it is extremely difficult to deal with the work of assassination and inquiries.

In the later period, the more successful Ming Ci was able to rebel, it was also because he placed the dark blade into the palace in advance.

Right now they suddenly appeared in the palace... So this is about to start the rebellion plot, so soon?

Ji Zheng couldn't react for a while, and blinked at Ming Ciyue blankly.

Ming Ci Yue didn't know how to capture the panic that flashed in his heart, and stopped to introduce.

"Holy?"

"Holy, the arm of the minister, the sage should never be afraid."

As if in response to his words, more than a dozen people changed their faces in the blink of an eye. They grew taller and had different looks. They were far from the slender and inconspicuous servants of the palace servants just now.

Ji Zheng understood that these are the original appearances that they will never show.

Ming Ciyue's trump card was presented to him cleanly, as if he had never reserved it to him.

Ji Zheng panicked. He didn't know that the more Ming Ci showed this to himself, what else would he use to rebel.

"I believe in your loyalty, you don't have to..."

"Your Highness." Ming Ciyue then raised his head and handed his gaze to Ji Zheng. Ji Zheng looked for that gaze and saw a pair of clear black and white eyes. He was dazedly aware that his heartbeat seemed to be under his control from beginning to end, and he was pinching it to death.

"This team is called the Dark Blade. The Holy One can hold the minister, and the minister is the Holy Sword's sharp blade."

The author has something to say:

Uncle: The sage holds the minister, the minister...

Little Emperor: You think too much, you can't hold it, you can't hold it

Guard: ? ? ? Tiger and wolf words?