The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

The man leaning over him said in a low voice, "Holy, don't move."

"The people on the boat...stop...!"

Ji Zheng was suddenly awakened.

Suddenly, a few arrows with firelight broke the moonlight sprinkled on them, shone through the sky, reflected deep in his pupils, and landed on the surrounding water.

Flames all over the place.

Uncle, Dangerous!

Ji Zheng realized why Ming Ciyue suddenly pounced on him. He struggled violently, but was tightly guarded between his body, the water and the boat. He wanted to open his mouth to breathe, to call, and the kiss sensed his resistance and followed, plundering, blocking.

Countless arrow rains continued to fall on the water, rubbing the edge of their raft and rubbing Ming Ciyue's shoulders.

Liquid ticks on his eyelash feathers.

How could the people on the shore suddenly turn back, how dare they kill.

The kiss was still deepening messily, Ji Zheng's mind was blank, tears were also random, and a **** smell slowly spread between his mouth and mouth.

They were a living target floating in the middle of the water, and Uncle Huang served as his armor.

Just when Ji Zheng made up his mind to push Ming Ciyue away to protect him, the arrow rain suddenly stopped again, and there was a slight change in the bright fire of the horse team on the shore.

"Who ordered you to return to shoot arrows!" Gu Congyun grabbed the leader's collar, lowered his voice, and asked fiercely.

"Young Master Gu, it's...it's an order from the Marquis of Wu'an. All the people you encounter on the road, except the Sage, will be eliminated."

Gu Congyun scolded him in a low voice and threw him aside. He was about to give the order to stop, but he looked back at the carriage, and suddenly changed his mind.

He nodded and waved his hand. The guards slowed down slightly and continued to shoot arrows into the water. The movements suddenly became very random, and the arrows were shot in a lopsided and chaotic manner, almost without a target.

"#@#Gu, what are you doing?!" The roar in the car was suddenly pulled up, blurred and confused, and the sound was broken.

Gu Congyun returned to the carriage, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly thrown down, and the people inside had regained their calm, "I told you to hurry, what are you doing when you come back and shoot those civilians."

"I'm worried that those are the people who just kidnapped you." He was lying on the outside of the car window, close to the curtain, looking at the silhouette of the moon shining through it, praying for when Xiao Yefeng would start.

"I'm here with you, what have you to worry about." The voice in the car was calm, and it was a little hoarse and difficult to pronounce.

Gu Congyun smiled silently, as if just to listen to a sentence, and said to himself: "There is still one day left in the appointment, but the saint chooses to keep me by his side, so I will not mess up. Say."

The arrow rain stopped abruptly, the horse team turned around, and in a mighty dust, they quickly marched towards the other side of the mountain road.

The fire burned out, and the water returned to a silent, icy moonlight.

["His loyalty is dedicated to the Son of Heaven, and you deserve it."

"You can keep me with you...or find a way to kill me."

"Alternatively, go and confess to him and see if he is only loyal to you as a minister and a ruler."]

Faithfulness is not a kiss.

It's that simple.

Ming Ci kissed him more, just to tell him this.

Those pictures flashed back quickly, Ji Zheng's brain was overwhelmed by the words that came up, and was dragged ashore by the gradually deepening kiss.

They fell deeper and deeper, black hair spreading like seaweed in the shadows, the cold water covered half of his face, the eyelashes fluttered with splashes, and they couldn't open.

Ji Zheng subconsciously hooked up to the neck of the predecessor.

With a bang, countless water splashes fell like a waterfall, and the narrow raft was pulled back with a squeak on the edge of the imbalance.

It was Uncle Huang who jumped into the water by himself, lying on the edge of the raft, swimming up and down.

Ji Zheng choked a few mouthfuls, ignoring his wetness, and was busy groping for the wound on his back with his hands.

Miraculously and strangely, none of the arrows that fell like raindrops hit them. The wounds on Ming Ci Yue's shoulders and backs were mostly small wounds that smashed the flesh. After being soaked in cold water, they had stopped. Blood, showing a ghastly pale white.

Ji Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and relaxed slightly, the tears that had just been suppressed were about to come again.

"What should I do if I'm really dead?!" Ji Zheng wiped his face indiscriminately, leaned down, lay on the edge of the raft, twisted Ming Ciyue's chin, and made him look up at himself, "Dead on me, got a Loyalty and good reputation, let the whole world praise the emperor as a gentleman and a heroic sacrifice, are you satisfied?"

"The abacus is so loud, why are you so cruel?!"

"Tell you, don't think that I will be sad, I want to throw you in the wilderness, and then return to the palace to be the emperor, the three palaces and six courtyards, the fragrant and spicy nights singing and dancing, and you, you will give me the peace of mind. At the bottom of the water, the bones are rotten and will not enter the emperor's temple..." Ji Zheng spoke faster and faster, and became more and more angry, so angry that he began to wipe his face again, and his mind went blank.

He couldn't imagine, if Uncle Huang died on him...

Ming Ci Yue just waited quietly for him to finish speaking, tore off the cloth, soaked it in water, and raised his hand to wipe his face.

Ji Zheng saw that there was still a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and got even more angry, this time he was angry that he was not up to his expectations, so he avoided his hand, and said in an angry voice: "What is Uncle Huang laughing at, I can't guess what Uncle Huang is thinking. ."

The body that was a little short of him seemed to froze slightly in the water, and then said lightly: "I'm thinking, if the sage can really forget about this... I'll die..."

"Bah ah ah, shut up, shut up!"

Ji Zheng covered his mouth indiscriminately with his hand, then turned his head to avoid him, and said in a low voice, "I mean, I'm saying that I'm so many years older than Sheng Shang, isn't it normal to leave earlier?"

Ji Zheng's body trembled for a while, lowered his head, and slipped his hand down a little bit, as if he didn't expect it, but also as if he never wanted to think about it.

This body is the year of the weak crown. He himself is in his early twenties, and the more clear words in the book can be said to be twenty-seven or eighty-eight according to speculation. He is a sojourner, and he has no face to imagine the two hundred years in this world. after.

But I have to admit, that is the advantage of the elders. After seeing the glitz of the world one step ahead of the other party, they can leave one step ahead.

A trace of strangeness flashed across Ji Zheng's heart.

Relieving, kissing, running away... These days, the more Ming Ci took him to do things between lovers, those things that were not in the plot of the original book, he subconsciously noticed a trace of weirdness, unusual, unreal .

The kisses that had just fallen eagerly and frequently like raindrops seemed to use up the whole life at one time.

Why do it.

With his mouth half a beat faster than his head, Ji Zheng subconsciously ordered: "Then the uncle should still die on me..."

"No, it's next to me... What are you laughing at, don't look at me, turn your head away..."

Ji Zheng turned his face away from himself, and after a long while, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Tonight, this place is not the most expensive emperor and prince in the world. The desperadoes who are in a state of embarrassment and wounds have escaped from death. What more can they ask for?

After a while..."Uncle Huang, where is this place?"

A raft floated over the bank, and half of the hillside was exposed in front of them. Under the cover of trees, hundreds of roofs from low to high, with eaves and corners connected to each other, formed layers of stairs, red walls and yellow tiles, stacked in layers. In the phantom, fiery red candles were lit in sequence from bottom to top, and the evening bell sounded solemnly at the top.

The people on the shore in front of them, dressed in commoner clothes, saluted them, and the little red lanterns in their hands swayed in a trance.

What else could it be, Lingcang Temple, where the late emperor had been obsessed with worshipping Buddha for many years, and built a royal temple comparable to the size of the imperial palace.

I have to say, if you escape from the world, this is a good place to stop, provided there is no…

Ji Zheng's scalp was numb, but fortunately, only a few little novices were welcomed.

"Where is the first eminent monk in your family, Master Xuan Qian?" he quickly asked.

The little novice took the rope to fix them on the shore, and then he held Ji Zheng's hand, took him off the boat, and replied with a smile: "Master said that the Holy Master will come by boat tonight, come here to pray for blessings, and send us here. After waiting for a long time, he had a guest temporarily and couldn't get away, and he was rude and couldn't meet him, so he came later."

After the Winter Solstice Festival, Xuan Qian finished praying in the palace. After returning to the Lingcang Temple in the mountains, Ji Zheng secretly made up his mind not to see the master again, and to stay away from the royal temple. out the door.

But when I think of Ming Ciyue's injuries...

He asked the little novice to check again and again and determined that the arrow wound was just an ordinary wound, and there was no poison on it.

Even so, Ji Zheng is still worried, afraid of infection, afraid of inflammation, afraid that a word will become a prophecy, and a small negligence will lead to a big mistake.

"If the Holy One is worried, there is a forest at the foot of the mountain above, and the young leaves can be crushed for external application, which can promote healing and remove most of the toxins in the world."

Ji Zheng had no choice but to help Ming Ciyue halfway, followed him up the stairs and entered the forest.

It's just that this forest doesn't look very serious, and the trees are not tall. In this season when there are no branches and leaves in the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, every branch is covered with red cloth strips, and most of the people's names are written on them in beautiful small characters.

"I wish my eldest son a long life."

"My family, Lingqiao Street, **** square, xx, may the Buddha let Li Han not marry a concubine, and only love Zhang Chun in this life."

"Blessed by the Buddha, I have two babies in a year."

"Bless me and my little sister, enter the palace as an empress, fly on the phoenix branch, or King Jing is unmarried, we can marry into the palace, we are not picky, I hope to meet a good person."

Ji Zheng: "…"

Ming Ci Yue: "…"

You really don't pick.

Ji Zheng pointed to these slips, his face expressionless, "Does Buddha take any orders?" It was like a check-in place for a tourist attraction.

The little novice was out of character. Hearing the words, he folded his hands together and smiled, "It's all about the people of the mortal world. There is no difference in the eyes of the Buddha. Naturally, they will listen slowly one by one."

"Actually, there are many female benefactors here. After entering the temple, listening to the scriptures and offering incense, they came here to make a good fate. I heard that it is most useful to seek marriage and peace, but we don't know what is so special about this place. He touched his bare head and thought for a while, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, if you don't dislike it, you can also make a promise to the Queen and Princess. There is no difference here, and there is no taboo."

"It's good to whisper a few words in your heart, but it won't work if others hear it."

Ji Zheng: "There is no queen."

Ming Ci Yue: "There is no princess."

The two spoke almost in unison.

The little novice touched the back of his head again and smiled awkwardly, "There will be, there will be. The sage can also walk around here and pray for blessings, I will bring..."

Ji Zheng touched the tip of his nose, interrupted and emphasized, "I am a man, and I have nothing to ask for."

The more Ming Ci heard the words, he glanced sideways at him.

"Then take a break, and I will take the prince to go to the back to collect leaves for medicine."

After all, the naked little head led Ming Ci to leave.

Ji Zheng was alone, holding a lantern, sitting under the tree, looking up at the sky, like red snow that couldn't fall, and firecracker leaves that couldn't rise.

He was sluggish for a while, not knowing what was in his mind, he quickly turned his head, glanced behind the tree trunk, then looked up at the red paper, and then looked back at the back of the tree. After making sure that the two of them were gone, he straightened up, patted his butt, and wiped his hands on both sides of the royal robe. Finally, he raised his head, stared at the tree for a long time, his expression became serious, and he lowered his head, Bow down.

In the eyes of the Buddha, there is no distinction and no taboo.

Ming Ci Yue came back, and he tried to move his shoulders. Several arrow wounds really only scratched the flesh and were not serious. It was the right shoulder that had been dislocated a few days ago, which had accumulated old wounds on the battlefield. After going through it again, I was shocked by the cold water, and I felt a little uncomfortable, so I couldn't exert any strength.

He took a deep breath and put on the heavy armor again, without making a sound.

The emperor was still hugging his knees and sitting in the distance, carrying a small lantern, looking up at the red note with an empty expression.

The quicker Ming Ci walked over, and when he was approaching, he eased his steps, "Let the sage wait for a long time."

"No." The little emperor stood up, his eyes shifted from the treetops to him.

"The sage seems to be interested in this, do you believe it? I have not heard a few small palace people mention it before..."

Ming Ci Yue was just a casual mention, but he didn't expect to get such a violent reaction as the emperor. The young man stood on the spot and shook his body suddenly, stiffened, raised his head suddenly, straightened his neck, and his face was red with freezing, "I'm not interested, I don't believe these..." The voice became smaller and smaller.

["I wish that Dayan left me, and with the support of the uncle, he will return to the prosperous world, the border will be peaceful, and the people will be safe."

"Secondly, I wish that all the protagonists will perform their duties, follow the steps step by step, be safe and happy, and have no worries at the age of 100, so that I can have a good home in Zhengyue House."

"Three Wishes and Uncle..."]

Unprepared, Ming Ci was struck straight by the voice of his heart, and the voice was also small, repeating it over and over to himself, very innocent, but serious and serious he had never heard before.

Ming Ci averted his gaze abruptly, as if he had been scalded to the apex of his heart, with burning pain, he subconsciously said, "Stop talking!"

It doesn't work to say...

Ji Zheng was taken aback by surprise, and the repeated thoughts of wishing in his heart were interrupted.

What did you say?

He returned to his senses and thought about what he had just said, "Does the uncle believe in this... I told me earlier, I would not offend you..."

Ji Zheng wanted to say something else, and two figures came down from the side path. The front one was wearing a golden cassock, and was tightly entangled by the man in the court uniform at the back. Both of them walked fast. Stumbled together, voices sounding high and low arguing.

"This is true, the true master believes in me, the master asks you to go to the palace to be the master, and say a few words to the sage, I am a gentleman, you go and say, they will definitely believe... The empress dowager has already, already... I am afraid it will continue like this. The entire Dayan will be swept away by that…”

"Amitabha." The voice was a little hurried and rose slightly, "Everything has a certain number, and a non-poor monk can control it."

The monk raised his eyes, Ji Zheng raised his eyes, and his eyes suddenly collided.

Monk: "!"

Ji Zheng: "?"

It was Xuan Qian, a crack was pryed on the face of the indifferent Melaleuca permafrost, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing the impatience that this person was extremely restrained and restrained.

Ji Zheng wanted to laugh but didn't dare to go too far. He always had a psychological shadow on Xuan Qian in his heart, but he never thought that someone could annoy Xuan Qian.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Xuan Qian waved his hand and pointed, "Donor, the Buddha, feeling your sincere heart, has invited the sage for you, why don't you go and report it yourself, the sage's benevolence will definitely listen."

Ji Zheng: A bald donkey.

The official was startled at first when he saw him, then thanked Dade, and trotted over excitedly. As he got closer, his pace became slower and slower. He hesitated, and glanced straight behind him.

Ji Zheng glanced at him, then looked at him again, convinced that this official was familiar to him. He had seen only a handful of low-level and middle-level officials in Dayan, and even none of them could be named by professional titles.

The official had something to say to him, but he kept secretly raising his eyes to glance at Ming Ciyue, implying that it was already obvious.

Ming Ci Yue bowed slightly and wanted to resign to avoid danger, but was blocked by Ji Zheng reaching out his hand.

He pretended to be confused: "There are no outsiders here, but it doesn't matter."

The official immediately knelt down, and repeatedly shouted for the Lord's Wan'an, and the Lord's forgiveness, "This minister is a supervisor of the Sitian Superintendent. Disturb the fortune and spy on it. This star will not only disturb the emperor's mind, make his temperament change greatly, lose his gentleness, and induce him to be disturbed by the nightmare of illness for a long time, and even…”

"It will even affect the country's luck. Previously, the four western states were in a disaster year, and the livestock froze to death, which coincided with the invasion of the Western Desert, taking the donated livestock and sheep as threats. After that, there was a sudden turmoil by the soldiers of the Beida Battalion, and the drought worsened. The famine in the northern counties and counties is gradually approaching, and... there are also sluices being pulled, disrupting the ley lines, and even the assassination of the Empress Dowager, natural disasters and famine years, disasters and rebellions, and the world is in turmoil!" The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice trembled violently. .

Ji Zheng jumped straight as he listened to the diagram of the muscles and veins in his temples.

But he didn't speak, because Ming Ci Yue just listened quietly.

Only the little novice asked out of nowhere how to solve it.

When it comes to the solution, Gu Jianzheng's voice is almost inaudible, "This... Dixing is willing to fall into the trap of the disaster star, and the two phases are entangled, unless the emperor is willing to take the initiative to break away and drive the disaster star back. On the original track, land in the northwest, otherwise the disaster will continue to spread, I have already told Prince Jing, let the prince be as soon as possible..."

Gu Jianzheng raised his head and stared straight at Ming Ciyue.

Ji Zheng suddenly remembered that the more Ming Ci didn't tell him, the more clearly Ming Ci had asked him that night in Caochang, "What should I do with this disaster star."

How to do? At that time, he replied with a feudal superstition, and he prayed that he would have the confidence to scold feudal superstition.

But those symptoms, "The temperament has changed greatly, the gentleness has been lost, and I have been disturbed by the nightmare of disease..."

Gu Jianzheng suddenly turned in one direction, and slammed his head to the ground behind Zhun Jizheng, almost showing the momentum of death, "I implore King Jing to let go of the saint and let go of Dayan."

"Let's get up and say it." Ming Ciyue's voice was as gentle as water as always, a pool of stagnant water.

Gu Jianzheng was like avoiding snakes and scorpions. He knelt down and took a few steps back, his whole curled up back trembling slightly.

"In the future, your name will be given an imperial surname, and it will be included in the genealogy.

His words were loud, and he knocked his head on the ground. The silent woods echoed in layers, and the birds flew in shock. There was no other movement for a long time, and there was a formation of everyone in the empty hall.

Ji Zheng's brain was congested, his ears seemed to be hallucinating, and the buzzing continued. He didn't seem to be facing a mere prison guard, but a hundred civil and military officials knelt down like a sea of ​​clouds above the court.

"I implore King Jing to let the Holy Lord go."

Ji Zheng didn't dare to look back at Ming Ciyue's reaction, his mind went blank, his fists clenched, loosened, and clenched again, "King Jing is not a disaster."

His voice was as thin as a mosquito, and even the hallucinations in his ears could not be covered.

"King Jing is not a disaster star, I am not an emperor star, no."

He raised his voice again and repeated.

Ming Ci Yue is the one who changed his temperament greatly, lost all kindness, was disturbed, spied on, and even shifted his trajectory, disrupting the country's fortune.

He is the vile intruder, voyeur, marauder.

Perhaps in those unknown nights, Ming Ciyue was also troubled and anxious by the nightmare of illness.

Those in the ears should be shouting clearly, "I beg the sage to spare King Jing and Dayan."

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Ming Ciyue's voice seemed to come from far away, someone covered his ears and leaned down to look at him, "Sacred Lord is not a disaster star, don't listen to him, this minister will not let him go. Holy shit."

Ji Zheng's eye mask was congested, the world was spinning, his eyes were dim, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He supported his forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't Uncle Huang ask me if I want to let you go, let go of Dayan?"

Ming Ciyue's movements froze, and even the gentleness and calmness were frozen on his face.

Ji Zheng was a little out of breath, and reached out his hand to push Ming Ciyue away. Uncle Huang seemed to be unable to resist, and he stumbled a little.

He took a deep breath, and a dry and choking smell spread out in the air, because it was different from the light cold wood smell on Ming Ci Yue's body, he recognized it at once.

"What's the smell?" The wind was blowing south, and he headed north against the wind.

Gu Jianzheng hurriedly came over and hugged his leg tightly, "Sage tens of thousands can't go, carefully plan the trick."

Ji Zheng kicked him away, and without a word, shook Ming Ci Yue who came up to hold his hand. The little monk holding his arm walked briskly in the undulating woodland, then ran up and stumbled. , crossed the woods, ran to an open highland, at the back of the brightly lit Buddhist temple, a mountainside flat facing the valley suddenly opened up in front of you, and a large luxurious and majestic wooden building frame was revealed.

Like a giant dragon that was hollowed out by worms and snakes, it was terrifying, ugly, and its huge skeleton crashed down.

Yucheng Villa.

Who would have guessed that the four-year-old royal project would be such a mess, and a mere lord of the first Jie Jie boldly colluded with the government officials of the Ministry of Industry, disobeying the emperor's orders, deceiving the emperor, committing crimes, greed and corruption, and the 10 million yuan allocated. The two silvers have quietly flowed to where.

However, the original owner was such a foolish monarch who had gone to many residences. If it wasn't for the incident of throwing objects on the ice before, I'm afraid I would never have remembered such a villa, and would never have traced the 10 million taels of silver.

In other words, as long as this matter is exposed, the Marquis of Wu'an will never be turned over, and those unjust cases that have long been thrown into the ground can be seen again.

"Your Highness." Ming Ciyue's voice chased after him from behind, catching up with this little steep front.

Ji Zheng turned back slowly, with a firm expression, "Uncle Huang, I will re-investigate the old case for the Ming family and clear the grievances." Put you on the right track and put you back on the right track.

But Ming Ciyue's expression did not change, and he was not surprised to see the ruined site of the villa. He just stared straight at the emperor, with a trace of restlessness in his gentleness, "Holy lord, come here quickly, it is dangerous over there." He stretched out his hand to the Son of Heaven, and glanced anxiously at the hillside over there.

"Mingciyue, did you already know?!"

"You really got the Hedi ledger, and you have the evidence. You already knew that Marquis Wu'an was the culprit in your father's corruption and injustice case. You knew that Yucheng Villa was an abandoned site, and Marquis Wu'an swallowed 10 million again."

"You also know that this place has been covered with gunpowder. Yucheng Villa is the burial place that the Marquis of Wu'an carefully planned for me. He didn't want me to go back alive at all."

"Even so, you tampered with the imperial edict and told the Marquis of Wu'an and the world that I rushed to the Yucheng Villa built by the Gu family."

Ji Zheng's mind gradually clarified a line, and his whole body shuddered. This is a Ming Ci Yue that he has never seen before, a Ming Ci Yue that he dare not face, and is disturbed by his calamity, "The temperament has changed greatly. , the gentleness is lost." The clear words are Yue Yue.

"Uncle Royal."

"Holy Dangerous!"

Ji Zheng's last glance saw Ming Ci Yue rush towards him, the heat wave slammed them apart together, and the sky-filled fire exploded on the hillside behind him, shattering into countless sparks and ashes, falling down like meteors one by one. , most of the sky was completely illuminated into daylight.

"Uncle Huang." He grinned, frowned and smiled bitterly, "...Is this the fireworks you gave me?"

The author has something to say: some of the previous elementary school chicken plots have finally been connected... I'm not good at it, the author is stupid with the protagonist stupid qaq don't scold me

For the first time, Zheng Zheng saw through the real Uncle Haha, but it's not because of him, Ming Ci Yue itself is like this :-)

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