I just want salty fish [Transmigration Book]

"Lie." Ji Zheng twitched the corners of his mouth, "I didn't."

He didn't call Ming Ciyue, what did he call him for.

Ji Zheng propped himself up and moved forward for half a minute, away from Ming Ciyue, but he was pushed back after a while, and then forced to stay away, and after a while, he slammed back onto Ming Ciyue's chest with inertia.

Unwilling, he moved back and forth.

until……

"Your Majesty...don't move." The voice was extremely restrained and squeezed out from the depths of his throat.There was even the sound of the man's Adam's apple rolling slightly and swallowing lightly.

Ji Zheng flinched and said honestly, "...Oh."

The deer was awakened by the horse's hoof, jumped up quickly, and shuttled among the branches of the jungle. When the hemp rope tripped its front hooves, it rolled and struggled and continued to run, with a strong desire to survive.

After all, it is a forest terrain, no matter how fast a horse runs, it is not as convenient as a light and small deer.

Different from the horseback riding that ended the ceremony last night, this time Ming Ci Yue leaned over, swung the reins quickly, and drove the horse very fast.

Gu Congyun behind him scolded softly, followed immediately, patted his horse like crazy and chased after him, and they were already running parallel in an instant.

In the famous scene where the protagonist is galloping to compete, Ji Zheng never thought that the vip seat where he watched the show would be in front of the protagonist's thigh.

Ming Ciyue's chest was firmly pressed against him, and the heat of his panting passed along his ears.

But Ji Zheng looked at Gu Congyun's white horse, then at Ming Ciyue's black horse, turned his head around, looked back and forth, and was in a delicate mood.

"Your Majesty." Ming Ciyue called out to him panting while driving the horse, "Your Majesty, look at me."

Ji Zheng raised his head to look at him in response, but his heart was still filled with the image of Gu Congyun galloping on a horse.

Gu Congyun can accompany Ming Ciyue to compete, but he cannot.

Gu Congyun can accompany Mingci to recite Fengya, but he can't.

Gu Congyun could help Ming Ci Yue regain power, but he couldn't.

Gu Congyun could watch Ming Ciyue be crowned as the throne, but he has no chance.

Ming Ci Yue, you have found the wrong person.

"The minister will only lead the holy horse on a long drive, and no one else will."

The man's voice was very deep and quiet, like the bottom of his eyes, hidden in the deep sea.

Ming Ci Yue didn't give him time to think carefully, and continued, "Your Majesty, listen to what the good minister has to say."

"It's inconvenient for me to drive a horse. The longbow and feather arrows are on my back. Please take it off yourself, Your Majesty."

Ji Zheng put his hand around Ming Ciyue's shoulder, and carefully took off the bow and arrow.

"Next, put the arrow on yourself... yes, that's it."

"Please ask the Holy One to fully draw the bow, aim sideways, and aim between the deer's front legs."

Ji Zheng understood what Mingci wanted him to do.

The horse's back was bumpy. For a novice archer like him, the possibility of aiming was too low. A little carelessness...

He looked at Ming Ciyue suspiciously.Ming Ciyue only looked down at him for a moment, then asked him to continue to look straight ahead.

"Your Majesty, don't be afraid. It's nothing serious. If you shoot the deer's leg, it will die. If you leave it to Gu Congyun, you will surely die." Ming Ciyue's tone was deliberately relaxed, but Ji Zheng trembled suddenly. Knowing that this person is clearly motivating himself.

"Your Majesty's heartbeat is not right." Ming Ciyue moved his hand from the rein for a moment, held the hand of the Son of Heaven, and pressed it to his chest, "Can you feel my breath, my minister?"

Ji Zheng felt the slow rise and fall of the warm chest, and even felt the steady and powerful heartbeat of this person, listening to his own heartbeat gradually in sync with Ming Ciyue's in his ears, calm and undulating.

Suddenly, the breathing sank, and the heartbeat stopped for a while.

It's this moment!Ming Ciyue pulled the reins sharply, turned the horse's head sideways, startled Gu Congyun, who was still galloping, and suddenly raised his hoof to brake.

Ji Zheng gritted her teeth, and pulled back the bow with all her might.

Once the horse stopped and the surroundings stabilized, he could try to aim. The thin rope was dangling in front of his eyes, and the arrows were still trembling slightly.

"Ming Ci Yue, or you should come, I'm afraid..."

Ming Ci Yue interrupted him forcefully, "My lord, do you still remember the feeling of archery?"

Ji Zheng let go of his hand suddenly, and the long arrow shot out, brushing his tiger's mouth and his side face, tearing the cold wind fiercely, and rushing towards the direction of the deer's front hooves.

Although it was still an inch off and scratched the deer's leg, it barely penetrated the hemp rope. Coupled with the friction of the small thorns on the ground, the deer easily broke free from the rope.

Now it can run to the distance as long as it lifts its hooves lightly, but Ji Zheng and the others can prove victory as long as they pick up the rope in the past.

But the deer stopped abruptly, turned its head instead, and ran in their direction.Ji Zheng's forehead twitched violently, with a look of despair on his face, as if he was afraid of it, he desperately wanted to stay away, but saw him sticking to his feet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get away.

go go go go.

He secretly looked up and found that Ming Ci Yue and Gu Congyun were staring at him to chase the deer.

Hurry up, Ji Zheng tried to drive away with her feet.

Unexpectedly, the deer sniffed and gnawed his little cloth boots.

Ji Zheng: ...This deer is so stupid.

How could such a majestic tyrant be touched by such a soft little animal? Isn't this a crappy design?

This precious tyrant's character design is related to his retirement career and his political prospects.

Ji Zheng seemed to be able to feel that the protagonist was looking at him with something wrong.

He straightened his face and scolded: "What are you doing in a daze! I have already lured the sacrifices for you, if you don't hurry up and kill them, don't you still want me to do it?"

Gu Congyun didn't hesitate when he heard the words, and immediately drew his bow fully again.

Ji Zheng obviously closed his eyes slightly, and flinched a little, as if he couldn't bear to look at it.

Mingci could see it clearly, seeing the twinkle in Tianzi's eyes when he looked at the deer, how precious the emperor was to this little deer, and even heard how fast his heart beat when he shot the arrow at the deer.

Normal teenagers laugh when they like it, frown when they hate it, share when they are happy, and cry when they are sad.

However, Xiaosheng seems to have been deprived of the right to express emotions from birth, and can only be a delicate porcelain doll without emotion, using anger as the only facial mask to seal himself off and protect himself.

Because in the palace, it is destined not to be able to express, if you show your liking for a certain dish, you may be poisoned the next day, and if you show your liking for a certain close minister, you may be betrayed immediately.

Ming Ciyue is only a member of the royal family in name, and he doesn't know enough about the secrets of the royal family. These days, he has accidentally bumped into him being poisoned by someone's teacup, framed and drowned, and even the concubine he doesn't like is not qualified to push away.

He is the emperor, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme, why can't he even keep his beloved things, and was forced to hunt a deer?

Ming Ciyue's heart twitched suddenly, not knowing how such a thin body could carry so much.I don't even know why a catastrophe fell from the sky, which gave him the opportunity to spy on the deepest secret of the supreme person...

He didn't think about it anymore, got off the horse, walked towards Gu Congyun's arrow, blocked in front of the deer, picked it up and handed it to the emperor.

An ordinary boy can have something he likes, so his little emperor must have it too.

"What are you doing!" The emperor's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly stuffed the deer into his arms, while reprimanding him sharply, "This thing is dirty and heavy, so you just put it in my arms?!"

Mingci Yue held back his smile slightly, "We have to transport the spoils back, Your Majesty, please be patient."

The emperor's expression softened a little: "Then just bear with it for a while, and you can go back quickly."

Gu Congyun had been watching from the side, and now he frowned, "The Holy Majesty said that he didn't want it because he was too dirty, why did His Royal Highness King Jing disobey the imperial decree?"

He inadvertently glanced sideways at the Son of Heaven. The Son of Heaven's arm holding the deer froze, his expression was a little subtle and seemed tense, his expression was focused, and his small eyes were erratic back and forth between him and King Jing.

The more he showed that he wanted to talk to King Jing, the more focused the emperor's attention would be.

What does this mean, my lord?

This King Jing...after retreating from the battlefield, he was just a soft food for the capital, and he didn't seem to be favored by the Holy Spirit before.

interesting.

Ming Ci replied in a neither humble nor overbearing way: "The Holy Majesty's spoils of war should naturally be held by the Holy Majesty himself."

Gu Congyun suddenly moved closer to the emperor, and smiled heartily, "The spoils of the Holy Majesty?"

"Since the Holy Majesty has already hunted a deer, do you want to ride my horse back?"

Ji Zheng: "Whoever wins, I will follow whom, isn't that what you said first?"

Gu Congyun: ...

He raised his eyebrows indifferently, flicked his whip, drove the horse around the emperor, and left first.

Ji Zheng suddenly relaxed, a little frustrated, angry and helpless, and blamed the obvious words, "Who told you to be smart and insist on leading me to hunt deer in front of Gu Congyun? Don't you want to fight for yourself at all?" Fame! You never thought about this to you..."

How did the little deer, representing the struggle for power and ambition, end up being his trophy?

Gu Congyun must have thought that Ming Ciyue was trying to help the tyrant, to be in cahoots with the tyrant.

So how does the plot of the main character attack and conquer the world go on? !

Ji Zheng's warm eyes were about to go out, "Forget it..." He touched the deer's head and muttered dissatisfiedly, "You don't understand what I said, what kind of big deal can your temper be!"

He was really worried and distressed about Ming Ciyue's future, and by the way, he also prayed that his retirement would not be affected.

Ming Ci Yue just said: "I am the follower of the Holy Master, what more important things do I need to accomplish? I am very satisfied to accompany the Holy Master to compete all the time."

Ji Zheng was taken aback, and clutched Xiao Lu tightly, his heart and chest were hot.However, he swayed his feet back and forth, kicked Ming Ciyue, and whispered unbearably: "You are so stupid, you..."

There are not many protagonists who are so stupid.

Mingci smiled more approvingly, and seemed to be in a good mood.

Their dark horses also began to set off to return.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci called softly, but found that the boy in his arms ignored him, lowered his head and refused to give him a look.

When he lowered his head, he found that the emperor was feeding the deer with the leaves, and a gold scarf had already been wrapped around his calf. , dirty and wrinkled.

In an instant, Ming Ciyue's smile disappeared.

Ji Zheng raised his head inadvertently, and suddenly met Shang Mingci's probing eyes. Halfway through feeding the leaves, his silly smile froze at the corner of his mouth, "...it moved its mouth first."

The camp was right in front of him, and he suddenly remembered something, "Uncle Huang, then you will be rewarded by besieging me this time..."

"Ming Ci Yue, Xin Erlie." Li Yang suddenly stood up from the viewing platform, put his hands on his chest, and bowed in the direction of the dark horse.Immediately afterwards, those West Desert people also followed their wolf master's movements and bowed down.

Xinerlie, in the Western Desert dialect, means Tiangou Shiyue and Pure Black Crescent Moon. It is the name that the Western Desert people gave to the nightmare killing god Ciyue who once swept through their six tribes.

Ji Zheng's complexion changed, he knew that Li Yang had recognized that King Jing of Dayan was Xin Erlie back then.

He became tense in an instant, and even stood up along with many close officials of Emperor Dayan who were present, staring closely at the Ximo people, not knowing what they were going to do.

The atmosphere was lifted to the extreme, and swords were on the verge of breaking out.

On the other hand, Ming Ciyue didn't respond to his old title at all. He lowered his head and called Yuan Ming over to take the emperor away first. He drove a horse with a deer on his back, kicked the horse's hooves, and slowly approached Li Yang.

Li Yang didn't seem to care that he was treated so condescendingly, he showed a strange tolerance and politeness to Ming Ciyue, rolled his eyes around, smiled slyly, raised his head, and spoke a string of West Desert dialect .

Ming Ciyue has fought in frontier fortresses for many years, so he can understand Ximo language naturally, but when he replies, he only uses Dayan Mandarin, and almost all of them are single-word, concise and indifferent, which is very subversive compared with his usual gentle image .

"Ah."

"Correct."

"what."

In addition to Mingci Yue, the Dayan people who couldn't understand became more anxious and restless, whispering restlessly.

Ji Zheng had been escorted by Yuan Ming back to the soft chair on the main stage of the hunting ground, he quietly pulled Yuan Ming, "Can you understand, please translate for me."

Yuan Ming listened attentively and frowned, "Li Yang is asking him if he would like to go back to West Desert with them, and they are willing to let the past go and treat them with the highest courtesy."

Such an aboveboard poaching? !

But Ji Zheng could understand why Li Yang did this, Ming Ci Yue is always the sharpest blade, instead of pointing the blade at him, it is better to hold the handle of the blade in the palm of your hand.

But why did Li Yang raise this matter suddenly? Who gave him the confidence?

Li Yang beckoned lightly, and walked out from Li Ying's side was another figure in red, also wearing a veil, who looked somewhat similar to Li Ying from a distance, walked to Li Yang's side in small steps.

Yuan Ming continued to translate: "Li Yang promised him that as long as he is willing to go to Ximo, he will marry Princess Ximo to him, and let him enjoy the royal treatment once he goes."

"In this way, Dayan and Ximo have a double marriage, and the relationship will be closer...Ah, that seems to be Princess Ximo."

Ji Zheng knew it well, Li Ying and Li Yang's younger sister, this is a genuine woman, and she was the one who was sent to the capital to marry at first, but the original owner had a strange taste and kept the older brother instead of the younger sister.

The plot that did not exist in the original book completely disrupted the plot, and Ji Zheng sat up nervously.

The woman suddenly pulled out a dagger from her bosom, bowed and handed it out with both hands.

"……This is?"

Yuan Ming swallowed his saliva, and said nervously, "This is the custom of betrothal marriage in Ximo. As long as the husband kills the prey he hunts with his own hands on the spot and presents the animal skin to the woman, the engagement will be considered successful."

Ji Zheng's deer is still on Mingciyue's horse, it is the engagement gift that Princess Ximo needs.

He waited for Ming Ci to refuse, but he suddenly leaned over and waved to the princess.

One of them was on the horse, and the other was off the horse. From a distance, their heads were about to touch each other, and their shadows overlapped, which was very ambiguous.

Li Yang gradually revealed a satisfied smile.

Ming Ciyue asked what he was doing, Ji Zheng's heart jumped into his throat.

But he suddenly reached out his hand to the woman's neck.

Li Yang's face changed suddenly, and he raised his hand suddenly to pull the woman back, but it was too late, Ming Ciyue's hands were fast, and he pulled a pendant from the woman's neck.

Li Yang didn't hold back his emotions, and directly cursed something.

When Yuan Ming was surprised, he said slowly: "...His Highness snatched the key that locked the sheepfold."

The next moment, Ming Ci Yue rode his horse, raised his front hooves, and kicked the dagger directly from the woman's hands to the ground, almost tripping her with a little inertia.

With a small trigger, the people of Dayan and Ximo became excited and noisy.

"Why can you only be loyal to King Dayan? You are obviously of noble blood, and you are a prince!"

Li Yang suddenly changed to the official language of Dayan, and without hesitation, he directed the conversation directly at Ji Zheng, and raised his voice, "Why does your prince become a close guard, have his wings broken, and put on shackles? Ximo will never do this casually." Treat your own prince. Who made you do this."

"Xin Erlie, you have changed too much, I couldn't recognize you at first sight."

"Perhaps, you are not as good as me now."

Ji Zheng listened and understood, who gave Li Yang the confidence, it was him, it was him who deliberately or unintentionally humiliated Ming Ciyue in front of others, which caused Li Yang to misunderstand something, but unfortunately he understands the plot better Ming Ci Yue, knowing that it is impossible for this person to defect.

Ji Zheng frowned slowly, why not take advantage of this opportunity...

Ming Ciyue was not angered at all, and saluted: "Master Wolf misunderstood, I am a commoner, not of royal blood."

"Uncle Huang, don't underestimate yourself." The voice suddenly came from a high position, and the unique clearness of young people was deliberately disguised, sounding cold and alienated, lofty and not allowed to be profaned.

"The emperor rode my horse to compete for the deer today, and won the first place, surpassing the fierce horses of the West Desert, and extolling my majesty, I..." The little emperor under the beast robe and black armor is thin but not weak. Resting his head lazily on the armrest, he looked around and smiled thoughtfully.

That smile, almond eyes slightly narrowed, red lips and white teeth, is both beautiful and terrifying.

The eyes of the Ximo people were drawn to them, some even raised their eyebrows maliciously, but all the Dayan people present shuddered and kept silent, worried that the willful and stubborn young emperor was thinking of something.

"How about I just give the emperor a white jade crown?" The ending sound was light, with a little smile, but it sounded extremely sincere.

White jade crown, white jade crown, adding white to the king is the emperor.

The audience was silent, and then there was an uproar.The sarcasm of this sentence is too blatant. The emperor is implying that King Jing's rebellion is obvious, which has aroused the suspicion of the emperor and advised him to be careful.

However, there are invitations from the enemy country outside, and pressure from the emperor inside. If they are King Jing, I am afraid they will really turn against each other in a fit of anger!

The people in the western desert were noisy, they couldn't hear the seriousness of these words, they just felt that King Dayan was going to fight more.

Using the throne as a weight?Li Yang narrowed his eyes vigilantly.

Mingci Yue knelt down and looked up at the emperor for a long time. It was so long that people doubted that this glance could penetrate to the bottom of my heart.Moments later, his expression returned to calm, without saying a word, he only presented the deer and the pendant with both hands, expressing his decision with actions.

The people of Dayan looked at each other in dismay, they were really surprised, they only knew that King Jing was a gentleman, gentle and forbearing, but they didn't expect that he could swallow such a blatant provocation and warning.

Ji Zheng was even more surprised.

Dressed up...?

The pressure on Ming Ci Yue seemed to have failed. He suddenly became irritable, and looked around again. Everyone was afraid of him and did not dare to look directly at him. This shows that his acting skills are still online.

What he wants is not Ming Ciyue's submission, Ming Ciyue's tribute, Ming Ciyue's loyalty!

Ji Zheng suddenly discovered a problem. I don't know when it started. Uncle Huang is no longer afraid of him.

He could read humility and calmness in Ming Ciyue's eyes, but he couldn't read surprise or fear.

Jing still has respect for the emperor, that is...not afraid anymore.

Doesn't he believe that he will really give him a big white hat in a fit of anger?

Without fear, threats and provocations were ineffective, he didn't know whether Mingciyue would choose to go to the throne after all.

The plot of his future seems to have gradually fallen into an unknown quagmire.

Ji Zheng swallowed her saliva, the sense of crisis awakened in her heart little by little, she was clearly in the cloak, but her body temperature cooled down little by little in the cold wind.

He impatiently excused himself to leave the stage because he was tired, and the crowd rushed to serve him to leave, even Ming Ciyue, who was kneeling on the ground, got up to catch up.

Li Ying suddenly laughed, his clear and clear laughter was extremely inconsistent and abrupt on this occasion.

"What are you laughing at?" Ji Zheng had to stop.

Li Ying gave him a meaningful look, then turned his hair and asked, "Why is His Royal Highness King Jing still not married at this age?"

This kind of question was private and abrupt, but it instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Even Ji Zheng turned his head, looking through the crowd.

Unexpectedly, this glance directly rushed to Ming Ciyue's gaze, which seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, like a snare to lure him.

When the eyes met, Ji Zheng's mood became more depressed, and he quickly lowered his head as if he had been exposed. After a while, he only heard Mingci said calmly, "You can't get married if you don't know the frontier."

Uncertain frontiers, no way to get married.

Ji Zheng whispered it silently in her heart.

Li Ying smiled slightly, didn't care much about this answer, just pushed the woman beside him, teased and hinted blatantly: "The red tent is waiting for Your Highness tonight."

At nightfall, Ji Zheng held Tang Po in his arms, as if thinking about something, walked the deer slowly around the camp, and finally moved back to his king's tent.

Mingci Yue spontaneously guarded him with his sword as usual, not disturbing the emperor, and followed him step by step, silently following behind him, neither far nor near, just enough to pull people back into his arms with just one arm.

Ji Zheng entered the tent, Xiaolu bit his robe and followed him in, Mingci Yue was about to go in together, but was suddenly thrown in the face by the tent door.

"Your Majesty?" Ming Ci was a little surprised.Without the order of the emperor, he would not trespass or leave, so he had to stand silently in the bleak wind.

After a while, a slit of light slowly fell on him, and Ming Ci raised his head hastily.

But this time, even the fawn was kicked out behind the rear.

"It's getting late at night, Uncle Huang, please return to the tent." Ji Zheng seemed to be terribly afraid of the cold, and only willing to poke his head through the gap, "How can the majestic Prince Yan not even have his own tent? People in West Desert think that I have insulted people."

"But as a guard of the Imperial Army, I should..."

Ji Zheng interrupted him, "It's my mistake to let King Jing be a bodyguard. After returning to the city, you can go back to live in the mansion by yourself. I will give you a new house with double your salary, and I will also take care of the marriage for the uncle."

"This deer has been following me, and it's very annoying. King Jing will help me with one last thing, let's solve it."

Mingci raised his head subconsciously to look into the eyes of the emperor, but found that the backlight was in shadow at this time, and he couldn't see anything clearly, "I don't want a new house, and I don't want a salary."

"Yeah." Ji Zheng replied vaguely, "If you want to stand here, you can stand here. I won't force King Jing to do anything. The prince's tent is right next to him, or..." He went far away with bright lights Glancing around, he said softly, "The red tent and the princess of the Ximo people are still waiting for the emperor's uncle. It's a happy event to kiss and get married."

After he finished speaking, he directly closed the tent door without waiting for Mingyu's reply.

Before, he thought that keeping Ming Ciyue by his side could watch over him, humiliate him, and arouse his rebellious heart, but he never thought that he would be so submissive, his temper became softer and softer, he lost distance, lost fear, and even Still getting used to his identity as a bodyguard.

He suddenly shrunk his neck lightly, and felt an inexplicable sense of guilt... I hope he did the right thing this time.

Ji Zheng stared closely at the curtain in front of the door.

The stove inside the house is warm and fragrant, the sky outside is dark red, and the cold wind blows everywhere, as if snow is about to fall, and the curtains on every window are blown into the air by the wind.

Only the curtain in front of the door remained motionless.

Ji Zheng sighed, he knew Ming Ciyue must still be standing at the door, suffering from the cold wind.

One stick of incense... wait for another stick of incense.Ji Zheng stared at the stick of incense, forcing himself not to look at the door.

But this incense seems to have added energy-gathering rings, one section is stronger than four sections, and a century has passed before finally a small stick of incense ash falls.

No, he got up abruptly and walked quickly to the door.At least his baby deer son won't suffer from the cold.

Only halfway through the road, Ji Zheng's legs suddenly went limp, and he fell to his knees a step away from the door, and his consciousness began to slacken instantly.

Uncle...

Ji Zheng opened his eyes suddenly, and met a pair of familiar pupils like glazed glass. The owner of the pupils shrank back as if startled by him.

Li Ying?

No, this is the Ximo princess.

Ji Zheng raised his obviously limp arm, and found that he was on Li Ying's couch with the red tent last night, and the exotic red gauze bound on his body was exactly the same as the princess's.

He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound, not even a single sound.

The princess also opened her mouth, shook her head at him, and pointed to the burnt incense altar.

It was the stick of incense just now!

The princess pointed to the small bowl beside her, and then pointed to Ji Zheng's belly.

What's the meaning?Diarrhea medicine?poison?Ji Zheng was very confused. The princess made gestures and strokes, but she couldn't explain it clearly.

"What's wrong? Your Majesty is awake, did you drink the antidote?" It was Li Ying who came in.

The princess quickly stopped her movements and shook her head. Li Ying gave her a cold look, and she immediately stepped aside.

Li Ying turned to look at Ji Zheng, and resumed her usual smile, "My lord, this concubine is here to serve you to take the antidote."

Today's Li Ying has completely restored the attire of a man in the Western Desert. He is dressed in a military uniform, and his black hair is braided into a long whip behind his head. The whip comes out of his palm and coils around his arms like a poisonous snake. If women's attire is gorgeous, today This men's clothing is an exotic evildoer who is indistinguishable from male to female.

He was born to call himself a concubine.

Ji Zheng was aroused with goosebumps.

Li Ying was already on the couch with the bowl of medicine in his hand, approaching him little by little, with a shame on his face.

"Your majesty was still majestic last night, and I offended you because I missed you so much." He admitted his mistake with a sincere face, "I know my mistake, this is the antidote, you can talk after drinking it, it's just a couch It's just a little fun, and the concubine is not tied to you, you can go back after drinking the medicine, and I hope the emperor will forgive the concubine lightly."

After finishing speaking, he took a half step back in a gentlemanly manner, took a sip himself, and licked his lips, adding as if afraid of Ji Zheng's disbelief: "After all, it's interesting that the couch can still make noise, what do you think, Your Majesty?"

Ji Zheng took the bowl, raised her head, pretended to drink, and watched the other party's expression vigilantly.

It doesn't look like a laxative.

"Back then, the sage rode horses in the street and tied the concubine back to the palace. Tonight, the concubine forced the sage to come here. We have already evened." Li Ying lowered his eyes, "...drink the antidote, and we will be fine in the future."

The medicinal liquid slowly slid down, and the aroma was sweet, as if it really had the magical effect of relieving the pressure on Ji Zheng's throat, and it had already touched his soft lips.

He suddenly heard Li Ying chanting breathlessly, "...Zhengzheng."

kite?Li Ying didn't know his real name, so this shouldn't be calling him.Ji Zheng suddenly recalled that this was Ming Ciyue's casual name when he was in a coma and Li Ying lied about her pregnancy that day.

child?Is there really a fertility drug in this world?

This original book is obviously not a text about birth, so he doesn't want to be a male mother! ! !

Li Ying wanted a child, the son of King Dayan, the blood of the Ninety-Five Supreme.

Ji Zheng was so startled that he spat out a mouthful and dropped the bowl directly. At the same time, there was a noise of fighting outside.

Li Ying's expression suddenly changed, he stood up, turned around and gave Ji Zheng a gouging look, "Did you call him?"

How could Ji Zheng call him? He opened his mouth blankly, trying to call for help but it was useless.

Ming Ciyue raised his hooves high and kicked over the door of the red tent, and the cold wind suddenly poured in.

The formation in front of him seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

The whole red tent was full of people, everyone was wearing exotic red gauze, and the face was covered with a silk hijab customary to Dayan. They were tall and short, and their bodies were huddled under the clothes, so they couldn't tell them apart.

"Xin Erlie has figured it out and wants to marry my noble daughter of Ximo?" Li Yang played with the horsewhip and stood by the door without any anger, and greeted him with a smile, "I can only choose one, and it will be fine if I take the hijab If you choose, you can choose the princess to be Ximo's guest, if you choose someone else..." Li Yang's eyes curved.

Countless muscular West Deserters were scattered at the four corners of the tent, laughing frivolously.

The more you ignore the clear words.

Plop, plop, it's right in this account.

The voice was intense and powerful, like a miracle from heaven, giving him another chance to find his majesty back.

Just now, he shouldn't have flinched, he shouldn't have hesitated, he shouldn't have just pushed away, leaving him in the camp surrounded by tigers and wolves.

Where is the heartbeat...

There was a sudden clatter of horseshoes outside the house, Ming Ci Yue raised his head suddenly, countless horseshoes thumped on his eardrums, on his chest and heart, completely covering up the slightly weak thumping sound.

The heartbeat was lost, and he was lost.

"Where are you, Majesty, just call me a word."

A sense of restlessness suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart and spread around my veins.

No one moved, and no one made a sound, it was too quiet, so quiet that he wondered if the Holy One was really here.

The gloomy, ruthless, unscrupulous scourge, lost the voice of the Holy One as if he was exiled to the mountains and forests, nothing can suppress him, restrain him, restrain him.Even if he swung his knife to check his eyes one by one, and cut them one by one, and killed all the people he couldn't hear, he would definitely be able to cut all the way to the Holy One.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly met a pair of beautiful glazed eyes, it was the Princess Ximo whom he had seen during the day.

Through the red hijab, his eyes were hazy, and just as he felt murderous, the woman opened her mouth and shook her head at him.

Only then did Ming Ci Yue understand, the emperor can't say it now.

"Holy Majesty, look at me, I'm standing right here." Ming Ci penetrated into the crowd, his eyes wandered between countless identical red silks and satins, trying to fix his gaze, "As long as your majesty is willing to call me, I will definitely I can hear you."

He stood in the silence and waited.

"My lord, what do you want?"

"Thinking of something, Your Majesty..."

He is afraid, afraid that the emperor no longer needs him, does not need him to listen.

After a long while, Ming Ci took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I heard it, I heard the Holy One calling for me."

"Ming Ci Yue, who are you coaxing, I can't make a sound at all!"

Ming Ci Yue: ...?

The voice came suddenly, babbling, extremely noisy, it broke into my mind suddenly, it was immature and irritable, almost made Ming Ci Yue dare not recognize it.

The little emperor was trembling and frightened, so frightened that he could only get irritable and angry, but in fact, his heart sounded like crying.

Mingci seldom indulges himself like this, he no longer cares about the damage to Emperor Xing, he captures every word, engraves it in his heart, and holds it out again and again to ponder between his lips and teeth.

He tried to take a few steps in the direction of the voice, and the voice was louder, "Why are you hesitating, come here quickly, it's me, me, can't you tell it's so close?"

Mingci took a few steps faster, but heard...

"Oh, wait, wait, don't come, don't come, no, I'm still wearing women's clothes."

Ladies?It is indeed a women's dress, with red gauze covering jade skin, plums wrapped in spring snow, every inch of exposed texture is so beautiful that people want to roughly destroy it and carve their own marks.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I don't know if it's true or not.

Ming Ci Yue: Oh, I already know.

It's too late... He licked his lower lip, he heard it, he heard it all, go to his disaster stars and celestial phenomena, go to his uncles and nephews, monarchs and ministers, he has never been a gentleman, instead of allowing others to touch him again and again, Might as well let him come.

He wanted to disturb the emperor star, and imprisoned the high emperor in his arms.

"My lord, it's my minister who came late to save you."

Ji Zheng blinked at Mingci, but suddenly couldn't even utter a word.

Mingyue really came running towards him, passing through the vast and identical red silk and satin, and recognized him from the crowd at a glance.

Ji Zheng was carefully protected in his arms and touched as the most precious treasure in the world.

His nose was sore, he almost trembled and pushed Ming Ci Yue's chest hard, and then he couldn't help but hold it tightly in his hand.

I said silently over and over again in my heart: "Uncle Huang is late, really late, so late..."

Ming Ciyue let him push and push, and responded in a low voice over and over again, "I'm late, it's really late."

Ji Zheng clenched her lower lip and swallowed helplessly, trying to swallow all the embarrassment, fear, joy, and joy.

He used to think that Mingci was the moon in the sky that was beyond reach, but now he felt that this person was a bunch of white light that would always shine from behind.

No matter where you are, you will be found, no matter where you are in the shadow, you will be followed by that beam of light step by step.

Ji Zheng sniffed sharply, the effect of the stick of incense was still there, he couldn't speak, and gestured for Ming Ci to carry him on his back.

Secretly thinking in my heart, "It's better to carry it on your back, this gauze is too thin, it can't cover anything, and there is too much skin contact in front of you."

Immediately, Mingci Yue directly hugged him horizontally, supported his calf, half of the red gauze was hanging in the air, and swayed in the air with the white calf like a broken lotus root.

Ji Zheng: ...?

This posture, this attire was too shameful, he turned Ming Ciyue's head away, and murmured softly in his heart: "Uncle Huang, don't look at me, what's the difference between being male, what's so good about me."

But the more it was like this, the hotter and more substantive the gaze in front of him was, making his cheeks burn.

Ji Zheng: ...