I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

After tidying up both himself and the emperor, Mingci Yue just took off the blindfold and carried the emperor back to the main hall of Yanfu Hall.

Xuan Qian was still guarding the main hall with a serious face, and waited for a long time.

Seeing him, Ji Zheng woke up from the peaceful atmosphere just now, and realized that he had not yet explained to the Empress Dowager that he fell into the water.If the person on the bridge last night can't be found now, the two noble girls will be the first to be blamed.

Xuanqian told him that he had used the excuse of copying scriptures and worshiping Buddha during the winter solstice to persuade the empress dowager to stay in the Hall of Compassion and Peace for a few more days, and barely allowed a few more days.

Ji Zheng looked at Xuan Qian meaningfully, nodded and said: "It's okay, master is worthy of being a master."

Xuanqian closed his eyes: "The poor monk is here to save the two women, and also to find the real culprit."

Xuanqian still held a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and stood under the trance of the palace lantern. A cold face with good features was looming, but he was muttering about finding the real culprit.

Ji Zheng couldn't understand this kind of person, even if he read the original book, he still couldn't understand.

All I know is that he will be covered in cassocks stained with blood and stand at the gate of the city with a horizontal knife, like an asura returning from the ghost world, and he will grow his hair and enter the court to protect the establishment of a new dynasty.

This kind of monk is not authentic.I'm afraid it's best to bully now when you're not returning to vulgarity.

Sitting on the jade couch in the Yanfu Hall, Ji Zheng inexplicably regained the momentum of the home court, "Master finds the evil and real culprit and what to do with him, is it possible to lock him in the small black room, while listening to the master?" Teaching, while being frozen alive?"

Xuanqian was motionless just now, and was startled slightly when he heard this, opened his eyes, and the expression on his face changed.

At this time, Ji Zheng's legs and feet were not feeling well, so they were exposed from the soft tent, her snow-white jade feet were not wearing boots, and still had the redness from the hot compress just now, she was leaning back on the golden stool, squinting her eyes slightly Looking at each other, he looked like a bully.

"How about it, master, do you think your little black room is effective? I might as well cancel the torture, and prepare a few more cells for master, so that master can sleep with them and influence them one by one with love."

Instead of being angry, Xuan Qian approached him a little bit, looked straight at him, and seemed to be sizing him up from top to bottom.

Ji Zheng was vigilant: "What are you doing?"

The monk moved his lips, but said silently, "It's still effective." The corners of his mouth moved slightly, revealing a mysterious and mysterious smile.

"Xuan Qian has no regrets."

Ji Zheng was so angry that he was about to take advantage of the topic, but saw him take out a stack of portraits from the side and spread them side by side in front of the desk.

"This is?"

"The poor monk made the decision without authorization, borrowing the name of His Royal Highness King Jing, and seconded the portrait of the guards on duty at the Hall of Compassion and Ning from the father-in-law in charge of personnel affairs last night. The servants entered the palace ahead of time, and the people coming and going are relatively mixed, and the portraits are all here, please take a look at them one by one, Your Majesty."

Ji Zheng's face changed slightly, and he raised his hand to pinch the center of his eyebrows.

Xuanqian said again: "These two are from Xuan Qian's father, General Xuan Ping's family, and Chang Qing's father, Chang Shuiqing, a servant from the magistrate's house. The poor monk despises them, so they are quite suspicious..."

Ji Zheng thought about what he said, and immediately understood what he meant, and flipped the portrait over, his hands still trembling a little.

He interrupted Xuanqian and said, "Forget it, I am too lazy to pursue it. I will go all out to find it, and it will take a lot of effort..."

"If you don't find this person, you may continue to indulge him to cause trouble for the court." Xuanqian's cold expression was like a stone, and he stared at the emperor closely, trying to force him to continue watching.

Although Xuanqian is a monk with a heart for all living beings, he treats all living beings indifferently.The people he has met have traveled much more roads than Xiaosheng, he is more understanding of human nature, and understands people's bad roots. At this moment, he is not afraid to speculate on a person with the worst idea, in his value is to save more.

Ji Zheng understands his kindness, but he can't accept it. He can't imagine that the two women he rescued appeared on purpose...

Seeing his hesitation, Xuanqian said, "If your majesty can't remember the portrait after looking at it, you might as well go for a walk by the river last night and see if you can remember anything..."

"The poor monk is also willing to describe the situation last night, so as to help the Holy One remember..."

Those last night, dirty water, severe cold, ice floes, darkness, people on the bridge...

Ji Zheng leaned against the back of the chair and her spine stiffened, her eyes widened.

My heart pounded like a drum.

He had no choice but to substitute the portrait in front of him into the black figure from last night.Lift heavy objects, drop them, and the ice layer cracks horribly.

The nightmare freezes and plays backwards frame by frame.

Ji Zheng vomited for a while, and couldn't concentrate at all, and his eyes drifted away after a while.

From the piles of portraits in front of him, he floated onto Ming Ciyue who was standing silently by the side.

Mingci Yue didn't know when he started to watch this side closely.

At first Ji Zheng thought he was looking at these portraits, but when he and Ming Ciyue met their eyes, he realized that the eyes were directed at him.

It was similar to the gaze when he first woke up, without avoiding it, he stared straight at it, as if he was intoxicated with something absently.

That gaze was definitely not friendly, Ji Zheng couldn't describe it, but he always felt like some kind of prey being picked up by the back of his neck.

An inexplicable sense of crisis was aroused subconsciously.

This kind of thing is too outrageous for Ming Ciyue, who is usually gentle and courteous, but Ji Zheng shrank suddenly, and quietly swallowed "presumptuousness" back into his stomach.

He couldn't say it, but suddenly thought of Ming Ciyue's sentence, "including me".

The heartbeat paused for a beat, and there was another faint acceleration, colliding and resonating in the chest cavity.

Ji Zheng suddenly saw Mingci striding towards him, and the next second he picked up the portrait on the table.

"Your Majesty doesn't like it." Ming Ci frowned, "Then don't read any more."

It turned out that after watching it for so long, it was just to come up with a sentence that the Holy One doesn't like it?

Before Ji Zheng could breathe a sigh of relief, at the same time, Xuan Qian also made a move.

The hands of the two pressed the same portrait.

"Don't the Holy One have the right to find the perpetrator himself and bring him to justice? Isn't this the most basic self-protection ability and dignity for a king?"

This is also true.

Ji Zheng hesitated for a moment, looked down at the portrait, and sighed softly: "The words are clearer, take your hands away, I understand."

"Excellent words?"

Ming Ci broke the stalemate straight away, took the painting away without a pause, and threw it into the small stove that was burning brightly beside him.

The flames quickly devoured the toilet paper, crackling and leaping up.

Ji Zheng and Xuan Qian stopped where they were and looked at his movements, both a little surprised.

Only he looked normal, and said indifferently: "Your Majesty, there is no need, there are other ways."

Xuanqian's eyes wandered between Ji Zheng and Ming Ciyue for a moment, and then he frowned suddenly.

He bowed to worship the emperor, looked at him, but said to Ming Ci: "His Royal Highness, when the accident happened last night, he said that he could hear a strange sound of heartbeat, does it still exist now?"