The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Ink-colored landscape paintings are splashed on the screen with a white background, and only a green pale pine is dotted between the lofty mountains and mountains. This is the Yannan landscape painting given to the saint by the painter Song Ya of this dynasty. Therefore, at this juncture of "burying the old emperor and welcoming the new emperor", the ministers thought of taking it out and covering it in front of the dragon chair as a taboo.

But now, there are two more undulating and overlapping human figures among the undulating mountains and rivers. A slender shadow on the back of a bee-waisted ape is approaching the front, and the two heads are very close to each other in a strange posture.

The only brightest light was the Dongzhu inlaid between the crowns, and the shadow seemed to be temporarily carried on the top of the saint's head.

Everyone's eyes followed the crown, for fear that it would roll down.

Is it a fist-fighting fight, or a quarrel of coercion and inducement?

Everyone stretched their necks and looked in like flowers in the fog, only to hear the voice of the quarrel being suppressed to a very low, heavy, intermittent, accompanied by heavy breathing, the muffled sound of hitting the golden stone , that is, the content cannot be heard clearly.

After a long while, they could all hear the little emperor shouting, "Come here!", but who would dare to go there, the royalists who insisted on the orthodoxy of the Ji family would not dare, and even the supporters of Prince Jing dared not.

The more Ming Ci can't stand the emperor and the tyranny, he will finally seize power and usurp the throne. What are the odds of winning, who will kill the deer? No matter who sits on the throne tomorrow morning, they will still have to be salaried.

Just as they were thinking about each other and stunned, they heard the young man whimper in pain, "Let's go!"

There was a crisp sound, followed by a clatter, the screen was kicked over and fell down in a row, which was clearly seen by the people outside.

The person sitting and the person kneeling all had their chests heaving violently and panting heavily. The little emperor's eyes widened, his frightened pupils were full of bloodshots, and the red marks on his neck were not yet visible. At first glance, he had just experienced a fierce battle.

But why are the corners of your lips... also red? Still shaking?

angry?

They rarely have the chance to look directly at the Emperor Dayan. From this look, this face looks like a noble person raised in a peony, with pink nectar oozing from his lips.

"Look, what are you looking at! You are all complicit with King Jing, forming a party for selfishness, and cooperating with the same cause!" The clean hand put his hand on the dragon horn on the armrest, stabbed it, and ignored the embarrassment. tear off.

"I am the emperor of this Dayan, the emperor!"

This shout was full of vigour, and it echoed in the upper part of the hall for a long time, calling back everyone's souls.

Victory is decided.

They hurriedly lowered their eyes and hurriedly returned to their places, holding the wat board and kneeling down.

It's just that I still have doubts in my heart. How did this little emperor suppress King Jing in a short period of time, relying on force and talent?

Even at this time, the emperor was still in a mess, but it made the ministers and guards feel awe for the first time, and awe from the bottom of their hearts.

To be able to design such a chain play, to take down the Empress Dowager, Marquis of Wu'an, and Prince Jing one by one, I am afraid that this young man, who is not familiar with the world, is hiding too deep.

Ming Ci's expression became more normal, neither hurry nor slow, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, put it under his eyelids and looked at it, got up and walked to the front of the group of ministers, and knelt down.

Unlike them, the more Mingci raised his head, those eyes that were indifferent and without any emotion at this time looked straight at the saint without any scruples.

Ji Zheng stared back, seeing the fingerprints on the cheeks, the bite marks on the corners of his lips, and swallowing the reprimands abruptly.

He was angry and helpless, the more he could do with Mingci, the more lofty the emperor was, the big change in his temperament was all caused by him, it was all him, it was all his fault...

The conversation just now lingered in his mind.

["Ming Ci Yue, you! Shameless, slutty, contemptuous, lewd, and ignorant!"

"Well... Ming-huangshu, please, please wake up."

"Dissolute, contemptuous, lewd, and ignorant of the king's law, this is the original appearance of the minister, the minister is very sober, only the sage is not sober."

"Otherwise, why would it be so powerful in front of the public and ministers?"

"Desperate, obscene." The voice caught his ear, and he couldn't bear the slightest wave of coldness. It was like reading a book of sages.

"presumptuous!"

-"Snapped"】

…

"Holy lord, sage?" Mrs. Zhao's voice cautiously recalled Ji Zheng from his memory, "The Marquis of Wu'an is dead, and since you have returned to the court safely and regained control of the orthodoxy, what should you do with these traitors and ministers?"

Ji Zheng took a few deep breaths to calm down, and carefully examined who the "traitors and ministers" in this sentence were.

"The Yanjing Gu family smuggled guns and medicines, smuggled official silver, and plotted against me to usurp the throne by conspiracy to seek power. Now, I have taken away my title, and all my family property and property have been recovered and confiscated.

"The Empress Dowager also has the responsibility of sheltering and condoning the case of the Marquis of Wu'an. I remember that he is old and his injuries have not healed. He stayed in the Cining Hall for a while to meditate and introspect, and then entered the Lingcang Temple to recite Buddha and pray for blessings."

He almost didn't need to think about it. After saying so much, he let out a long sigh, and the resentment that was blocked in his heart by Ming Ci was more than half dissipated.

Ji Zheng deliberately turned his head to look at the Empress Dowager on the side of the dragon chair. The hunched body in the large brocade robe hugged the jade seal tightly. He stared at the Marquis of Wu'an, whose bones were still on the ground. Got confused.

"And...?" Someone whispered.

Also, who else?

Ji Zheng followed the eyes of everyone to focus on it, and made a clear speech.

Chaotic ministers and thieves, and Ming Ci Yue?

At the same time, many officials immediately stepped forward and kowtowed, "Jing Wang's military is illustrious, he is benevolent and kind, but he was just confused for a while, and I also ask the sage to remember..."

"Secretary of the State of Confinement." Ji Zheng frowned and interrupted their request impatiently, "Isn't the edict already issued before, and it has not been withdrawn."

Everyone was in an uproar, can the Holy One endure this? ! According to the thunder method of Xiaosheng Fangcai, this King Jing has clearly pushed the palace to the front, and he has to enter the heavenly prison, and he has to rush to the western border again.

"I would like to join the Gu family in exile and join the army in the western border." Ming Ciyue straightened up in the uproar with a calm expression on his face.

"King Jing escorted me back to Beijing, why should I be punished... What do you all think?" Ji Zheng vaguely felt that something was wrong. He walked down the steps, went to the side hall to record the content of each court meeting, and picked up Jane book, you don't know if you don't read it, this time...

"In the third year of Tiande, Dayan, on the eighteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, the Marquis of Wu'an was executed by King Jing on the main hall for the crime of rebellion, and King Jing of Hou Jing had the same heart and wanted to do something rebellious. Hearing the sound of scolding and hitting, as soon as the screen came out, the emperor had the upper hand, King Jing knelt down and confessed his guilt and fell to the ground, but the emperor's clothes were messy, his face was flushed, the corners of his eyes were tearful, the corners of his lips were bleeding, and he couldn't breathe. sin..."

Ji Zheng: …what the heck.

He was extremely guilty, and subconsciously wiped the corners of his mouth, "This is the truthful record of your historian? I deleted the things that were chasing the wind! There's no fighting, it's clearly..."

what is it? The court officials pricked up their ears.

The quieter Ming Ci stood aside, his sense of presence was not high, and he silently pointed to his neck.

Ji Zheng pulled up the front of his shirt to cover the red marks on his neck, and changed his words temporarily, "It's to learn martial arts. King Jing just rushed to the front of the imperial guard. His actions were rude and rude, and he had merit and deeds."

"Kneel down." He walked in front of Ming Ciyue and looked down at him from top to bottom, "You deliberately angered me, wanted to go to the border, and defected to Ximo, but I won't let you go my way, and I will put you under my nose. Underneath, I look at you every day, every day at you."

torture each other.

The ministers heard the words and understood.

They shivered in unison, and no one dared to persuade again.

The enthronement ceremony of the Marquis of Wu'an became a complete farce. The emperor returned to the capital, and the Yan Dynasty still had the surname Ji, and the mourning banners and tablets were a bit ridiculous.

Yuxi remained in the hands of the Empress Dowager according to the ceremony, and when everyone resigned, Ming Ciyue was the last to leave, and when he closed the door, Ji Zheng walked back to the steps.

The old woman seemed to be sluggish and insane, and there was no response when she called her name. Ji Zheng stepped forward, and just as she was about to reach out to get the jade seal, she was forcibly stopped by the dry wood-like hand halfway through her hand. tight.

The cloudy eyes looked over, and after a long while, there were a few tears.

Are you pretending to be crazy? interesting.

Seeing that Ji Zheng was indifferent, the woman held back her tears and said slowly: "Aijia has seen it, you and Prince Jing are interesting." She giggled.

Indeed, she was sitting on the side just now, and things behind the screen could be seen clearly. Ji Zheng only thought she was crazy and didn't pay much attention.

"What does he count as yours, male pet, plaything? But the Great Swallow Emperor from my Ji family, how can he be bullied, threatened, or even forced into position by a mere male pet? If he can't manage his own harem, what kind of emperor can he be? !"

The saint blinked and said nothing.

The Empress Dowager saw that he didn't shake her face and leave immediately, and her tone softened tentatively again, "Aijia knows how to restrain men and manages the harem best. Aijia can teach you, listen to Aijia's advice."

She threw away the jade seal, clinging to Ji Zheng's forearm like a life-saving straw, "You can't let him be a dictator in government affairs, and you can't let him be favored alone in emotional affairs. He, control him, sometimes alienate, sometimes close, let him know that you are good to him, it is a gift from God."

"Let Mingci cling to you more, bow his head and kneel to you, and be grateful. Finally, break his wings and lock him in the harem for you to play with."

After the empress dowager finished speaking, she looked eagerly at the emperor with a look of hope, wanting to get even the slightest forgiveness and closeness. Now that she wants to continue living, she can only rely on this boy whose hair has not grown all together.

"Finished?" Ji Zheng slowly pulled out his hand and took out the jade seal, "First of all, I am not the Great Yan Emperor from your Ji family, and it has nothing to do with you. You are mistaken."

"Also, I take care of my own man."

The more Ming Ci bullies him, oppresses him, persecutes him, he gets angry, reprimands him, and expel him, but the premise is that this is the matter of the two of them, not the relationship between the emperor and the harem, not a state affair, and it is not tolerated by others.

"What's wrong, you're acting stupid again, and you're dumb?" Ji Zheng hugged Yuxi and frowned as she watched the old woman's eyes dimmed again. She leaned back in the chair and opened her mouth diagonally. The performance was superb.

"say!"

"Your Majesty, I think of something else..." A low voice almost exploded against his back spine.

Ji Zheng stiffened his back, turned around slowly, met his eyes, and blinked.

My man, seems to have heard...

He almost walked down with a straight face, but fortunately, Ming Ci Yue didn't take it as difficult to humiliate him, but bypassed the dragon chair and went straight to the direction of the Empress Dowager.

Ji Zheng passed by the corpse of Marquis of Wu'an, and accidentally caught a glimpse of those eyes with scattered pupils, and stared up at the sky, and then came the screams of a woman's mourning cry and the sound of a bamboo and wooden chair shaking desperately, "Sacred, Sacred! Home is your grandmother, grandmother."

"You are also afraid of Ming Ci Yue, aren't you, sage, you are even afraid of your own male pet, this Dayan will change his surname sooner or later!"

"Ming Ci Yue entered the palace to take revenge. In the past, the first emperor, Marquis of Wu'an, and Aijia were all brought to the door by him. You are the only one left, Ji Chaoming, think clearly, he will not let you go. , the next one will be…”

Ji Zheng paused in footsteps, bit his lip, but didn't turn his head back. He didn't dare to stay for a moment. He fled from the Qianying Palace and returned to his Yanfu Palace. He closed the door with his backhand and gasped heavily.

The guards in the hall were replaced again, and they were the familiar faces of the dark blade before, who were sent by Ming Ciyue to guard him.

The people of the Empress Dowager, the Marquis of Wu'an, and even the people who were placed here by officials and lords outside the palace were completely removed, and all the forces in the palace that could threaten them were swept away.

This time, Ming Ci's more hands did not even mean to avoid him. His actions were thunderous and his methods were straightforward, as if he was silently saying to him, "Your Majesty, this is the original appearance of the minister."

Should he be happy, should he be relieved.

Ji Zheng drove out all the dark blades in the room, leaned on the pear flower chair in Yanfu Hall, shrank in the brocade clothes, and fell into deep contemplation.

"Your Majesty, it's a servant." Li Ruhai knocked on the door, stuck his head in, and smiled, "The servant knows that this Yanfu Palace is still up to you to come back and talk about it, and the surnamed Gu is simply eating a bear-hearted leopard. Courage, it's not a thing! It's not that he made a special trip from the Hanlin Academy to select a group of talents to be used for him a few days ago, he is dead, these students are all good, they have talent..."

This Li Ruhai was talking with the Empress Dowager.

Ji Zheng was upset, "Go out."

"The slave thinks that this harem monster is lonely and dull, and it does not require talents to stabilize the great cause. We have a portrait here.

Ji Zheng put the jade seal in his arms on the table, "Get out!"

Li Ruhai immediately shrugged.

"Sir?" The little healer came out of the apse when he heard the movement, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "You're back."

He has been hiding in the Yanfu Palace these days, and he never went out despite the chaos outside, "I found something... I don't know who else in this palace can believe it, so I'll stay here and wait for you to come back. Do you still remember from Wu'an? After the Hou Mansion came back, your precious deer is inexplicably estrus and weak, so let the minister be responsible for the treatment."

He returned the deer to the emperor's arms. The baby deer had regained its vitality after being nursed back to life, and its **** eyes were rolling.

Ji Zheng sat up straight, lowered his head, licked the deer's head and swallowed, "Is it found out? But the poison of the Marquis of Wu'an?"

That day, the baby deer licked the wine and was poisoned with the same poison as him. Even if it was the medicine that Gu Congyun had given, the person was already dead, and there was nowhere to be held accountable...

"The problem isn't poison!" The little healer said decisively, "In the deer's vomit, there was an ordinary wine and the twig it likes to eat. It can be said to be non-toxic and harmless.”

Ji Zheng pondered for a moment, and then listened to the little healer hesitantly continued, "The blame is... This species of Huzhi is uncommon, and it is very attractive to deer, not the kind that servants usually feed deer. I found the exact same one in the bodyguard where Prince Jing always stayed."

He stopped rubbing the deer's fur, "...Have you checked it out?"

The little healer hurriedly knelt down and responded in silence. He watched King Jing protect the saint all the way and came over. If he hadn't seen the leaf with his own eyes, how dare he...

Ji Zheng lowered his head and looked at the baby deer silently. He still remembered clearly that after he took the medicine, it was precisely because of the "accident" of the baby deer that he "coincidentally" ran to the other courtyard where the uncle of the emperor was, and there was that beautiful and dreamy night.

How many coincidences there are, is man-made.

The deer trembled violently in his arms, and after a while, he kicked him, trying to break free from his embrace.

It was only then that Ji Zheng realized that his whole body was bone-chillingly cold, with no body temperature at all.

In his ear, the Marquis of Wu'an screamed, "Sacred Lord, the ministers on the road to Huangquan are waiting for you." For a while, the empress dowager was crying, "You have to choose talents, you have to stand up, and you have to check and balance him..."

After a moment of silence, Ji Zheng heard himself shouting, "Li Ruhai, present the portrait."

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In the middle of the night, on the path leading to Yanfu Hall, a long procession marched silently. Every two eunuchs carried a white silk blanket, and each blanket was bulging. The whole procession consisted of five Six bedding rolls.

Ming Ciyue had just dealt with the Gu family's remaining party in the government affairs hall, and he had a severe headache. It was too late to leave the palace and return to Zhengyue's house. He planned to go to the guard house before Yanfu Hall for a night.

Who would have thought that as soon as they passed the gate of the hall, they saw this mighty team.

"Stop." Ming Ci frowned more and more, "What is this doing, who is hiding in the quilt?"

Li Ruhai, headed by him, stood still, straightening his waist, not panicking, "His Royal Highness King Huijing, these are all newly elected nobles by the Holy Sage, all of them are good sons of the Hanlin Academy. The saint served in the palace of the saint."

"Nonsense!" Ming Ci scolded with a cold face, "Selecting talents should go to the Government Affairs Hall, and concubine elections should go to the Internal Affairs Office. What's the matter with disheveled clothes in the middle of the night."

"Who instructed you to do this, send people back to this king."

"It's me." The hall door creaked open, Ji Zheng leaned on the door frame with a wine glass, blushing, "Uncle Huang has sent them back to me, and I plan to let me choose from where to choose. Concubine."

"Who to choose, choose you?"

Ming Ci's face became more serious, and he grabbed the wine glass, "The sage is drunk, the minister will help the sage go up to rest."

Ji Zheng pushed him away and beckoned to Li Ruhai. Li Ruhai immediately put the person in the bedding on the ground, headed by a handsome man with a high ponytail, wearing a thin and gorgeous riding shorts. Slightly familiar... He stepped forward and supported Ji Zheng wisely.

Ji Zheng's entire upper body leaned rigidly on the man.

The man took advantage of Mingci's gloomy and gloomy speech, took back the wine glass from his hand, and fed it to the emperor's mouth.

Ji Zheng took a sip and wanted to strengthen himself, but when he took a sip, he suddenly clenched the man's hand tightly, and raised his chin at Li Ruhai, "What are you still doing, send me all the people in!"

White silk blankets filed in, and the door slammed shut in front of Ming Ciyue.

He stared at the room, his hands clenched by his side, his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

After a while, the handsome man opened the door again, and said in a cold voice, "The sage asked me to tell you that no other guards are needed tonight, as long as you stay there all night."

Ming Ci turned against the light, squinted at him, and after a while, said in a deep voice, "My minister follows the order."

All the palace lanterns in the entire Yanfu Hall were lit up, and the lights were bright, illuminating the dome, and half of the musicians of the palace music square were invited, singing and dancing were peaceful, and the noise was so loud.

Ji Zheng doesn't love and doesn't know how to drink. He just pinched his nose and drank two Gu for acting. At this time, his stomach turned upside down.

The men wrapped in silk quilts just now rushed up with wine glasses. Some of them were wearing horse-riding clothes, some were wearing academic blue shirts, and some were wearing ivory fans. The only thing in common was that they all had long ponytails.

Ji Zheng looked at the leading man who had just supported him. After a while, he recognized him, "You are Song Ya, right? Why are you dressed so ghostly."

Song Ya: …

Ji Zheng still remembers the description in the book that Song Ya was the first painting saint of the Yan Dynasty. The original owner liked his paintings, but he hated the incompetent style of the court, and would rather stay in the Gu family as a guest than enter the court. as an official.

"Don't you hate me, what are you doing?"

Song Ya smiled stiffly, holding the wine cup, "The sage is joking, when did the minister hate the sage, and the sage's thunder method to clean up the pests in the courtroom is the true master of virtuousness."

Ji Zheng looked up and down at the outfits of the group, and finally reacted, frowning, "Are you imitating Gu Congyun's outfit?"

Combing his ponytail, riding a horse, pinching a green bamboo fan, his face is handsome and his temperament clean, as if countless ghosts of Gu Congyun are standing in front of him.

"Don't come here, I'm going to vomit, I'm really going to vomit."

"Don't the sage like it?" Song Ya still remembered how enthusiastic the sage was towards him just now at the door. "Sacred..." He slowly leaned over.

Ji Zheng couldn't hold back, he vomited, he hadn't eaten for more than a day, and all he vomited was the sake liquid he just drank, his entire stomach was colic, and the end of his eyes became red due to choking.

"I told you, I'm going to vomit."

Song Ya's well-prepared outfit was ruined just like that, and it also caused the rest of the crowd to gleefully laugh.

Ji Zheng swallowed some warm water, but his head was still dizzy, and the music made his ears buzzing.

The figure was still there, his right hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist, silent like a pine tree, a sword, and a moon.

Ji Zheng retracted his gaze and thought for a while, "Tonight I have summoned all the Aiqings to gather here..." He clapped his hands, and with everyone's eyes focused, he presented a small table and a blank piece of paper in front of everyone.

For a while, they didn't know what the little sage was going to play, and stared at the piece of paper. Only Song Ya brought his own pen and ink. The pen was hit on the back of the head.

"You dare to doodle on the strategy paper, don't you dare to give you zero points?"

Policy theory? Everyone was stunned when they heard it. They were originally ignorant and incompetent people in the Hanlin Academy. Now I heard that the sage likes male style. Only with a clean face can they get the opportunity to face the sage. Come prepared, who would have known that the words of the sage are not in line with the theory of strategy? !

Ji Zheng is extremely fierce: "Hurry up and write, the problem is that the successor is also a talent, no less than 800 words, make up your own title, don't copy it, don't plagiarize, and don't allow personal information to leak! Who will be the first in half an hour? Who will hand in the papers after writing!"

He also didn't know what the ancient palace exams and strategy theory were like. He just used his inspiration to find something to do for these outstanding students from higher education institutions.

After a long while, there was no rustling sound, Ji Zheng was dizzy, opened his eyes and looked, "No way, you come to the exam without a pen, isn't that the same as going to the battlefield without a gun?"

He waved his hand again and asked someone to send pen and ink.

Where did these people write articles, and they frowned while biting the pen.

Ji Zheng asked, "Is it difficult?"

The crowd nodded.

Ji Zheng: "Then why don't you ponder, don't you have to hum a little when you write an essay? Do you look like a literati!"

Crowd: ...?

Someone cautiously and tentatively snorted a few times.

Ji Zheng: "Be louder, the mosquitoes are calling."

The man: "Um... um..."

He immediately stopped the sound of silk and bamboo, and replaced it with a long, ambiguous, very light tune, with the occasional tickling sound of fine wine being poured into the glass. Ji Zheng nodded with satisfaction, leaned on the couch, and squinted out the window.

Ming Ciyue's figure finally seemed unstoppable, back and forth, walking under the eaves.

Ji Zheng smacked his lips and raised his lips.

Those students all forgot to take the exam, and their eyes were fixed on the saint. Because of the smile on the blushing face, the brilliance between the brows and eyes regenerated, and the brilliance was so bright that one could not take it away.

What is there outside the window, the Holy Master brought them here, just to do the exam questions, listen to them humming blindly, and still look out the window?

Ji Zheng leaned on the couch, not enjoying the movement. He was really drunk and top-heavy, but he refused to fall asleep. His arms were empty. What's wrong, what's wrong?

Not long after, a figure emerged from the group of those students, and came to his couch holding a piece of paper. There was no word on the paper, it was a blank scroll.

Ji Zheng's eyes stayed on the man's attire, black soft armor, navy blue robe, high combed hair with a jade crown.

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, "Uncle Huang?"

"The minister is here."

Ji Zheng received a reply, and completely relaxed, unable to resist the erosion of alcohol any longer, the tears in his eyes fell down, "Look, are you satisfied? With that hat on my head, I will choose him as a harem belle of three thousand, even with rain and dew, so what are you?"

"The Holy One is drunk." The man didn't answer the question, he just knelt down halfway, removed his boots, and got another kick on the chest.

The rest of the people were stunned, and their eyes were red with jealousy. They only heard that the sage liked the third son of Gu and hated Prince Jing, so they all dressed up like this today, but they were taken advantage of by someone who imitated King Jing.

But why did the saint call his uncle when he was drunk?

The hum was gone, and the pipe music was silent.

"I've found so many people, you don't even look at me, why aren't you angry? Say it." Ji Zheng slammed his fist on his shoulder, "Don't you slap me in the morning!"

The man accepted all the orders and said, "You are the sage, whatever the sage does is right, the minister is not angry."

Ji Zheng's face, which was buried in the man's shoulder, froze for a moment, his eyebrows wrinkled, and he blinked, "You're not angry...you're not right."

"Don't the sage just like the ministers like this, serve you, obey you, take care of you, and in the future... let the ministers continue to do a good job?"

The door was kicked open from the outside with a bang, and the cold wind of the twelfth lunar month was blowing in. Ming Ci Yue stood at the door, looking coldly at the actors and men who were shivering with cold and fled everywhere, covering the tulle inside.

The papers were blown and fell, and musical instruments were thrown everywhere.

Ming Ci Yue stared at the boy who was forcibly hugged, strode through the white flesh all over the floor, and walked straight to the dragon couch.

"Uncle Huang?" Ji Zheng was hugged by a clear remark, and then stared at the other who was coming towards him, unable to react.

Ming Ciyue held the man's collar with one hand and threw it to the pillar beside him, "Go away."

"I'm not asking you to be more obedient." Ming Ci Yue stood beside the bed, leaned down, pinched his chin, "Sir."

"Why do you want to hug him, you just want someone who looks like this minister to want you, eh?"

"Zhen, I recognized the wrong person." Ji Zheng hurriedly staggered his eyes, his eyes were like sharp knives, trying to dissect him from the inside out.

Ming Ci Yue's expression was calm, his thin lips parted lightly, "Dissolute, contemptuous, lewd, indifferent, the sage actually likes this minister..."

Ji Zheng raised his head and took the initiative to touch his lips.

The air froze for two seconds.

"Don't, stop talking..."

In the next instant, Ji Zheng was pinched by the back of his neck, turned over, and was pressed into the quilt.

The last string in his head snapped.

The author has something to say: this time it's true hehehe, I love you, I will write as soon as possible

Sorry for the long wait, I've been a little busy lately at the end of the year