The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

The more Ming Ci was clenching his wrist, the movement became a little stiff, and his expression became unnatural for a moment, slightly ecstatic.

When he regained his senses, he fixed his eyes on the saint, watching the boy's hand linger on his flawless body, sliding all the way from the heart to the stomach, to the lower abdomen.

[From here... to here, be seen through and penetrated. 】

The more he heard Ming Ci, and through his heartbeat and heartbeat, he could very skillfully judge that the Sage was still absent-minded at this time, soaked in the lingering tide of affection, and the question just came out of his mouth, but brain.

So he replied with a normal expression: "I don't believe it, it's just absurd words. The Holy One is the Supreme Being of Ninety-five, and no one can see through the exquisite mind."

Ji Zheng frowned slightly, "...I didn't say it was me." Before he could finish speaking, Ming Ciyue already kissed.

Ji Zheng turned his head subconsciously, but was first supported by his lower jaw, gently forced, pried open his teeth, and drove in, temporarily dismissing his remaining doubts to the side.

So, do male pets and monarchs do these things, clean up, stay in bed, dissipate heat, and hug and kiss.

In addition to normal needs, what are the remaining dangers of crossing the border?

He thought seriously, tainted the moonlight, and raised the ban. As an emperor, he did it for the first time in his life. No one taught him, and he had no experience.

Opening your eyes while kissing is like breaking some unwritten rule. It was the first time that Ji Zheng secretly opened a slit at such a time, but met those obsidian-like eyes in the darkness, stared at him silently without blinking, and did not hide from being ashamed at all.

It turned out that some people kept their eyes open while kissing, and they didn't talk about martial arts.

So, slowly, five slender and powerful fingers penetrated between his fingers, pouring in around the cool wind, leading him to slowly close.

…why hold hands? ! To make him panic and watch him run away in embarrassment?

What identity did Ming Ciyue use to hold his hand? Courtier, uncle or male pet?

If it is said that Ji Zheng had such a charming thought before, it was also wiped out in the wave that swept the imperial court and quickly pulled down the two generals of the enemy—Ming Ciyue was not a shallow lake, It was clearly an abyss that he did not understand.

Just now, no matter how deep and intimate he was on the couch, Ji Zheng could still be cold-hearted, like fighting a war, the more painful the better. As soon as he was touched by the tip of his finger at this moment, he wanted to cry hopelessly.

Ji Zheng's throat tightened suddenly, and even his lungs felt the pain of breathing quickly. He wanted to escape a little embarrassedly, but he was still lingering at that tiny bit of temperature.

certainly not.

He is so easy to be seen through, at least at this moment, naked on his body and also in his heart. Ji Zheng thought to himself.

After that day, the cold winter will come to an end, the dawn will come earlier and earlier, and the long nights left for them will become shorter and shorter. The ambiguous act of holding hands seems to be a big mistake for Ming Ciyue, at least it didn't happen again for many nights after that.

However, Ming Ciyue still has the meticulous patience and endurance in some things. His "wolf ambition" seems to have been completely exposed, and he can't hide it in front of Ji Zheng. Every night, even if the door of the palace is locked and the windows are closed, he can still visit the door on time, because the emperor dare not call the guards. The palace servant, bowing pretentiously, bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry."

Uncle Huang explained it to him personally, if you don't go to court well, go to .chuang.

He was forcibly instilled in many things that could not be cleaned up, such as the situation on the borders of various parties, the people's livelihood in various places, and the outline of governing the country. The minister’s excerpts were to be played the next day. Basically, Yue Yue would teach him the countermeasures the night before. The teaching time was long, and he would pause from time to time, ask him a few questions, and force him to think of a government decree.

At this time, Ji Zheng had to bury his head in the quilt, bite his lip and hold back his voice, recalling the plot crazily, thinking about the highlight moments of the protagonists in the original book, and he even suspected that this was the part that the garbage author omitted and did not write. , will let him be a salted fish to think by himself, move by himself, and complete it by himself.

If the salted fish is killed, it will die, and if the salted fish is turned over and over, it will be cooked until it is tender on the outside and tender on the inside.

Fake private charity!

The next day, the civil and military officials continued arguing in the Qianying Hall, and when they cast their expectant eyes on the Regent, the Regent respectfully saluted and raised his head slightly to look at him.

Ji Zheng sat on the dragon chair with a stern face, looking at the humble and gentle eyes again, his legs softened under the heavy brocade robe, and he trembled slightly like a conditioned reflex, his whole body was stunned, and he poured out the beans that he had prepared overnight. The decree and measures were backed out.

Even if it is the same decree, the young and delicate little sage with white eyes, big eyes and delicate eyes, said that it is always a little less meaningful. Most of the party that supports Ming Ciyue are upright and young officials. These days, they are not afraid of death. They are facing these decrees just now in the courtroom. "

The old loyal minister on Ji Zheng's side obviously didn't trust him much, and he kept silent, his eyes looking at the emperor contained a strange kind of love, for fear that the support of the imperial edict would come too soon, and he would be questioned and ridiculed by the other party. , I'm not in a hurry, a few old bones open their mouths and say—

"Don't talk nonsense, we did not interfere with the wise decision of the Holy Spirit."

"It's okay to negotiate decrees amicably. What does it mean to attack court officials?"

"Stay away from the personal affairs of the Holy Spirit, and care about the government affairs of the Holy Spirit. It is good to speculate on what the Sacred Heart should be guilty of."

"Blood-mouthed! We are of course serving Dayan for the sake of the saints. I don't know who you are barking for, and how much money you have collected. Tell us, and if you have money, everyone will make it together."

It's almost as if "just scold the righteous master, don't increase followers" written on his face.

Ji Zheng: "?"

Ji Zheng: "As for the royalists, the old fans are in circles."

Ming Ci Yue had no intention of smoothing things out for him, so Ji Zheng could only scolded the minister for throwing things and ended up furious. But once those decrees were enforced, they would take effect immediately. The next day the courtiers looked at the saint and their eyes changed, and the audience fell into a strange silence at the same time. No one dared to speak aloud to praise the slap in the face, and no one dared to admit that he was wrong and slap himself in the face.

They are all guessing whether the talent of the little sage is born with heroic appearance, or cultivated, hidden for so long, hidden so well, with naivety and arrogance as a cover, the performance is very natural, perfect, and they have to wait until the chaos of the government. All were brought down before they were willing to reveal a little.

If so...it all makes sense. On the surface, the sage planned to use the hands of King Jing to get rid of the traitors, but in fact, he reached an agreement and promised him the vacancy of the regent.

So far, no one who rebelled against him has had a good end.

Compared to those who kicked people and smashed things before, this is obviously the real wrath of the emperor, "a million corpses, bloodshed thousands of miles".

The crowd was stunned and did not dare to speak.

So far, all the courtiers of Dayan have bowed to the feet of a petty tyrant who is still under 20, and they are more fearful and more respectful.

There was only one person in the entire court who dared to raise his head at this time, and Ji Zheng was easily distracted by those eyes.

Relying on the fact that no one dared to look at it, Ming Ci raised his head upwards, hooked the corners of his lips, smiled gently, pointed to the Adam's apple on his neck exposed to the air, and motioned for the little sage to go up.

Ji Zheng was stunned for a moment, his aura went out all of a sudden, and he leaned back on the back of the chair in a guilty conscience, pulling up the outer cloak and quickly wrapping it tightly.

I was ravaged there just last night. I suffered a lot. No amount of makeup powder could cover up the red marks.

But when he raised his hand, he paused again. There was clearly a fiery red fox collar around it. There was no see-through eye, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of skin.

He went to look at Ming Ciyue again, the man still raised his lips, blinked his eyes as if nothing had happened, and smiled even more.

Flirt publicly.

Ji Zheng made a mouth shape, scolded him with a cold face, and silently scolded him, turned his head and hid half of his face under the fox collar. Shake slightly.

Wanton ambiguous.

Ji Zheng was a little... unbearable.

Fortunately, such days did not last for a few days. The New Year's Eve is really coming. If we follow Dayan's usual etiquette and regulations, the Spring Festival will be closed for five days. In the early days, if officials were to order officials, they had to bring their family members into the palace to kneel and pay respects, and they had to eat and be greeted. The entire palace city is usually noisy, and the bustling continues until the afternoon, and the evening to late night is the time for the emperor, his concubines and concubines, as well as relatives inside and outside the reunion to celebrate the festival.

Ming Ci will not be ignorant until he has to toss him on the eve of New Year's Eve.

After the night watch, he hurriedly walked outside the palace, with the Nangong Gate in front of him, but he took a temporary detour to the North Palace Gate, and he had to pass through the Yanfu Palace.

Ever since it started to guard against him, Yanfu Hall has locked the door and closed the windows and doors every night, but he can barge in and out. Those old locks don't know how to get new ones. One.

At midnight, the lights in the hall have not yet been turned off, and the flickering candle flames outline a human figure holding his cheeks on the paper window.

Ming Ciyue's footsteps couldn't help but pause, his furrowed brows stretched out, he habitually took a step towards that side, and then he retreated back after realizing it, lowered his head, and left here as if he was fleeing.

In the second half of the night, he temporarily stopped at Zhengyue Mansion, where some dust had accumulated. When it was dawn, he rode his horse and whipped all the way to the outside of the city gate. On major festivals, the city gate was always extraordinarily guarded.

"Open the door!" Before waiting for the guard to ask questions, Ming Ci Yue took the lead and shouted loudly. His voice was not as gentle as the wind in the past.

The cloak was involved in the winter hunting wind along with the horse's mane. He held a black-blue token in his left hand. On the token, there were a tiger and a lion on the left and right, showing his teeth and dancing claws, fierce.

The guards were a little embarrassed, and just wanted to say that even if they were relatives of the royal family, they could not leave the city without an imperial decree. And when the dark horse was approaching, the man glared at it, it was broken, and it was engraved with "The Imperial Order of the State Supervision"!

The Holy One is not there, and seeing this order is like the Holy One.

"Open the door! Open the door!" The little guard waved hurriedly as he ran to the city gate.

Before he could get there, the black horse galloped past him on the mud, without a single pause, like a sharp sword slashing through the door, heading straight for the outskirts of the city.

"The holy man didn't leave the prince to accompany him during the New Year, why did he transfer him out of the capital..."

Ming Ci Yue didn't listen to those gossips, he ran out of the city gate and ran along the trail for a full two miles before stopping. Looking from a distance, there is a line of clouds and snow, and Xiguang is behind the sea of ​​​​clouds. The mountain gorge between the blue and blue mountains is called Yueyun Pass. After that pass is Xi Liuzhou, which is the weakest barrier of Dayan. , and the West Desert is far away, only a thin line away.

Saying goodbye to Yueyun Pass is the origin of his name and where his parents return.

Only those whose relatives are alive will visit New Year's Eve as a reunion day, unlike him, who does not have this blessing.

His father died on the battlefield without the edict, and his mother returned to Beijing to plead guilty and died of anger on the way.

It stands to reason that his Ming clan are all sinners, and their bones should be smashed and ashes will not be left behind, and the bones should not be returned to their ancestral home. At that time, the seventeen or eighteen teenagers, as soon as they returned to Beijing and made meritorious contributions to the king, committed the crime against the wind, reluctantly collected some relics from their parents, and built an inconspicuous clothing tomb in the place facing the capital and Yueyun Pass.

Buried on the side of a broken road, under a dead tree.

In previous years, the feast in the palace was strictly guarded from morning to night, and he was not given a chance to slip out of the palace at all, unlike this year.

In the tenth year, even if it is a **** feud, the funny thing is that he can't even remember the place of burial.

Ming Ci Yue walked back and forth along the path for a long time, and finally restrained his horse beside a long pavilion. The long pavilion had its back facing the capital and facing Yueyun Pass, just as the morning sun broke through the clouds and poured in evenly from the east.

"This is…"

He got off his horse and stood outside the pavilion, not daring to take a step forward.

"The imperial capital proposed to wait for the title of King Nanwujing to be the tomb of the British cavalry general, Mrs. Ming," and "...the tomb of Mrs. Xu who was ordered by Ying Anzheng's second rank in the capital."

His first reaction was that the court found out? ! When did you find out, nothing was said and nothing was punished? ! When I saw the stele was completely refreshed, I felt relieved and knew it in my chest.

The words engraved on the monument are really familiar, and it can't be said that it is dignified and dignified, but it is really upright and careful with every stroke.

Speaking of which, he once wrote his name on the railings of the pavilion and water pavilion, calling him "Mingyue".

He sat quietly in the long pavilion for a while, when the old woman with a basket swayed in the distance again. He wiped the stele, cleared the weeds, and placed some flowers and fruits. This time, he looked up and narrowed his head. Squinting to notice Ming Ci Yue.

"You're here to worship too? You're quite young, looking at the face."

"Well." Ming Ci replied softly, and his voice eased, "How long has this place been built, and many people come?"

"It won't be long, about half a month. The imperial court suddenly sent officials here to take away the coffin, saying that the old general Ming had overturned the case and received the seal, and will be enshrined in the royal ancestral hall from now on, and a pavilion will be built here. It is a memorial ceremony for the surrounding people who have received the favor of the Ming family to come and worship from time to time."

"People who have received favor from the Ming family are all in the village of Baili on the outskirts of the city. In fact, which one of Man Dayan is not? We discussed it, and those who live nearby will come and see from time to time, so as not to let the second old man be lonely."

In a mess, Ming Ci Yue asked, "Does General Ming still have a son..."

"Son?" The old woman was stunned for a while, then she smiled suddenly, "Oh, the little general that day when the monument was erected was really his son."

"It's strange, it's been almost ten years, and he still looks exactly the same as when I saw him in Seventeen or Eighteen. He's tall and thin, and he was born clean and well-behaved. He looks like a general. The little general is really a dutiful son, yes, he offered incense to the second elder of his family, kowtowed, wiped his tears, and called his parents, saying that he had done what he had to do, and that the saint treated him very well. Well, I won't waste my loyalty again..."

["Father, mother, loyal to the lord and patriotic, Qing Jun's side, hoeing traitorous officials, I have done what I have to do, the grudges have been repaid, I am worthy of Dayan, worthy of the court, and I am worthy of others to call me a prince. Back then, I couldn't bear it in my heart. Saving the late emperor caused your reputation to be delayed by nearly ten years. There are some things... I couldn't do it back then, and I can't do it now, I know you will understand..."

"The new sage treats me very well, and is no longer a cronies who slander and ruin the loyal ones of the ministers. I live in harmony with the sage, and I help him around. I only talk about official business, and I never do anything that is detrimental to conscience and violates ethics. , I hope you can rest assured... I wish the country of Dayan prosperous and prosperous, the Holy One is safe and happy, and retire fully at an early date..."

"Oh no, forget it, don't worry about the saint, just take a look at your own son, let him, no, let me wake up as soon as possible, establish merits, start a family, and complete the unfinished business..."]

The more Mingci lowered his head, he seemed to be able to see Feichen in the sun, and a little boy dressed in the black armor of his youth, standing in front of the monument seriously and calling his parents.

"General Ming, today's Ninety-five Supreme has already seen you, do you know..."

Ming Ci Yue only stood for a moment, suddenly woke up, thanked the old woman, quickly got on his horse, and rode his horse back to Beijing.

Before noon, the family banquet in the palace was in the evening. At this time, it was time to rush back, and it was too late.

The setting sun penetrated his back from the back. It took nearly four hours to go, and only three hours to come back. It was still in the afternoon. Fudian runs.

Why is he in such a hurry, it is estimated that the palace banquet at noon is not over yet, the sage will still be that sage, and he will not run away, but he, like an underage boy, is flustered.

What is he in a hurry...

Strangely, the palace was quiet, and there were not many waiters, let alone a grand palace banquet.

The more Ming Ci stopped at the entrance of Yanfu Hall, he ran a little embarrassed, and Xu would not have such a moment of stinky sweat and messy hair.

He straightened his sideburns, straightened his sleeves, looked at the courtyard door in a daze, stretched out his hand and retracted it, and stood just like this, not far from the saint, with a soft expression on his face. down.

"What is the lord looking at the door, there are flowers on the door?" Chang Qing walked past with a tray filled with fabrics. "The Holy Master is inside, and I didn't go anywhere today. Why don't people let the bulletin go in and take a look?"

The sooner Ming Ci returned to his senses, the corners of his lips were flattened, and he returned to his usual calm, "No need to report, I'll just wait here and wait for the sage to finish my work."

"What's the matter with the Holy Master?" Chang Qing didn't react until after she said, "Your Highness refers to the palace banquet? It was said earlier this year that it was no longer possible, and a few flattering officials who gave gifts were sent home. Said, the monarch is like a father, asking them to take the ceremony back and pay filial piety to their father is to pay New Year's greetings to the saint. Several ministers who brought beautiful maids into the palace were so angry that they blew their beards and stared..."

After Chang Qing smiled, she asked cautiously, "Could it be that the lord went to Yanfu Palace to find a palace maid and sister? But most of them have also received holy grace and returned home to reunite."

"I'm not looking for a palace maid, I'm looking for a saint..." Mingci paused and asked, "Why did you say this?"

The girl Chang Qing was thoughtful, and she had such an expression on her face, "It's all written on her face, even in her eyes, the prince will know it when he looks in the mirror."

On his face, what was written on his face, what was written in his eyes.

Ming Ci raised his hand hesitantly and touched his side face.

He could hear the Sacred Heart just by looking at it, but he had never read himself.

What are you thinking about yourself? So obvious, so ridiculous...

"Go find her, don't let the girls wait for a big holiday." Chang Qing blinked, pushed open the courtyard door, and cleverly left a gap for Ming Ci Yue.

In the crack of the door, in a flash, the silhouette of the emperor is so pale that it is intertwined with the snow.

The thick dragon robe with black and yellow on his body is a little shaky, and he is carrying a soup woman in his hand, with his thin jaw tucked between the fiery red neck and collar, making him look even weaker.

The Son of Heaven hit the snow-falling dragon sculpture Dan Qi and went up the stairs. The plum blossoms in the side hall were open, and he had just rudely folded it. At this time, he carefully put it in his arms and put it in front of his heart. He didn't want anyone to help him to serve, and the attendants were happy to guard the unpredictable Lord from a distance.

Mingci took a step forward, walked into the main entrance, looked at the still picture, and couldn't hear what he was thinking, he didn't guess what the little emperor was thinking, and suddenly felt that the ninety-five supreme, who could buy a hundred buckets of rice, was a real thing. He is the greatest suffering master in the world.

No one is allowed to approach, the back is always alone, one person grows up in the deep palace, alone guards the huge and silent dragon chair in the golden hall, hides himself, bears a despised name, and bears the inborn responsibility. , take on the world that is not very friendly to him.

In fact, the voice of the sage has never been irritable and resentful. He is a bit more rude and rascal than an adult, and a bit more shrewd and mature than a young man.

If he hadn't heard it, I'm afraid he wouldn't have the chance to understand and guess...

There are fifteen counties and twenty cities in the world of Dayan, and there are 200,000 households in the capital. If there is no one who can solve the saint and pull him out of the golden robes that are adorned with people, then this person is really pitiful. .

The person born on the snow is the saint he speaks clearly, and his belief in the gods is his unspeakable desire. It is dirty and sinful.

Ming Ciyue just wanted to step forward and call the saint, when he saw Yang Si, his former relative, stumbled out from nowhere, holding a branch in his hand, and leaned forward with a smirk.

The little sage stopped, took the branch, and looked at him condescendingly, as if he was talking about something.

There is no state banquet, but there are still family banquets.

Ming Ci stopped for a while, his smile fell, looked at his empty hands, thought for a while, and quietly withdrew.

Ji Zheng looked at Yang Si and laughed. He was so tired of the fat that accumulated on his cheeks, and there were signs of the lunch coming up. He took the branch and lightly slapped him on the back.

Yang Si accepted it with a smile, thinking that this was the meaning of the sage being close. Who knew that the sage said, "If you don't guard Lingnan, what are you doing back to Beijing? Where did you pick up the branches, Lingnan local specialties?"

"Yes, yes, there is a kind of divine tree called the Fortune Tree, which is planted in the palace, to bless Shengshang and Dayan safe and sound."

Since the fall of the Empress Dowager, these foreign relatives have fallen into power and been assigned to guard in remote areas. The poor are poor, and they are suffering. Going back to Beijing for a banquet before the festival has already exhausted all the family wealth, so how can there be money to prepare any generous gifts.

"...I lied to your father?! I just folded off the branch of the plum tree that I planted at the back of the house, and you threw it out for me and said it was a Lingnan specialty!" The more Ji Zheng thought about it, the more angry he became. Not good, I took a few more strokes, "If you don't give away the gold and silver treasures, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha is a waste of learning. I'll give it to you. I'll beg you."

Yang Si was also aggrieved. He heard that the saint had changed his temper. He didn't like treasures and favored arty style, so he specially sent the branches. However, he remembered another recent rumor in the city... Yang Si plopped down on his knees and rolled his eyes upwards. , raised his eyebrows, and climbed up a little bit with his hands on the branch, touching the fingertips of the saint.

Ji Zheng was taken aback and took a small step back, "I love my people like my son, but I never pick up my son from the garbage dump. There is no red envelope for the New Year this year, so you just messed around with your father at your house?"

In terms of seniority, Yang Si can be regarded as his distant cousin who has been separated by several generations. In the past, he was used to spending time and drinking, and he was the only one who was someone else's father. How could he have suffered such grievances, and his face turned gloomy, "Don't talk about red envelopes, King Jing is not here today, I might be able to accompany the sage to play something else..."

Ji Zheng stopped talking, opened his eyes slightly, looked him up and down, and waved to Li Ruhai who was waiting beside him.

Li Ruhai ran over, knowingly rubbed a smear on his neck, Yang Si tightened his body suddenly, but saw Sheng Shang shook his head sadly.

He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he realized that the hand of the saint slowly moved down, moved to the position of the waist, and gestured left and right...,

When Yang Si was dragged away, she was still shouting loudly, "Ji Chaoming, what are you wearing, go out and ask, whoever is in the capital doesn't know about your nonsense, you have lost all the royal face... "

Ji Zheng took the towel from the side, lowered his head and wiped his fingertips, threw the towel, turned and walked a few steps into the hall when he met Chang Qing. The textile industry line that he entrusted to Chang Qing to manage is not very useful as a dark thorn, but Chang Qing has managed it quickly, and the business is getting bigger and bigger and more prosperous.

Since she became a concubine, she completely cut off contact with her family after being dismissed and scolded by her family. This year and after the year was also the time when those gadgets were selling the best, so Chang Qing simply stayed in the palace to supervise.

Seeing him, Chang Qing jokingly said, "King Jing's palace has only been standing outside the door for a long time, with a worried look on his face, and now I don't know who to accompany, so I can leave my nephew here alone."

"He should have gone to spend the New Year with his parents at home. It's normal for him to be in a bad mood. Leave him alone, don't disturb him..." Ji Zheng lowered his head and touched the tip of his nose.

It is normal for Ming Ci to accompany his parents more and more, and it is not that he moved the tablet into the ancestral hall. But for some unknown reason, Ji Zheng's heart was always a little irritable and depressed.

Knowing that she accidentally touched the line, Chang Qing quietly backed away, leaving Ji Zheng alone with her hands behind her back, wandering around along the outer edge of the huge Yanfu Hall.

He has no relatives.

Ming Ci Yue still has a place to return, but he couldn't even find a lonely grave to sit on.

He hated New Years, and he had done the same in his previous life. Holidays are there to remind him of this wandering spirit—his connection with the world is so minimal.

Except for the Palace of Yanfu, lanterns were hung all over the palace. At this time, the dusk was over, and the lanterns were beginning to come on. In the distance, inside and outside the palace walls, fireworks penetrated half of the sky, igniting the most beautiful year in the capital. The lively night is like a heaven on earth.

Ji Zheng avoided the sound of gun battles and walked to the backyard of Yanfu Hall. The best thing here is the little cook. When no one else is around, you can get some food that you really like, and you don't have to act so hard according to the original owner's taste.

His footsteps stopped.

There was a table, two chairs, and two pairs of tableware in the courtyard, facing the smoke from the kitchen's rear window.

He had already greeted the palace servants long ago. There is no family banquet this year, and he will not stay in the palace, asking them to rest on their own. Unexpectedly, someone would dare to steal his small kitchen, occupy the magpie's nest, and throw a desperate party.

He was so jealous, envious, even jealous that this pair of wild mandarin ducks came from nowhere.

Obviously he is the master, and he is even the master of this world. He can be trained back, scolded back, and sent to prison. But he looked like an uninvited guest, staring straight at the two pairs of bowls and chopsticks, afraid that Jiuyu would be discovered, and desperately wanted to escape.

There was a drizzle in my heart, and I can't wait to put out all the smoke from the fireworks.

"Come back?" A deep voice wrapped in the aroma of hot oil and salt, full of fireworks, "Sit a while longer, it will be fine in a while."

Ji Zheng rubbed his eyes in a trance, the fire beside the stove flickered and dimmed, his uncle was not wearing a knife or armor, and he was standing in the billowing smoke in commoner clothes, taking care of the boiling water in the pot.

"Sir?" Ming Ci Yue didn't hear his response, so he turned his face away distractedly and looked at him through the window, "...There's no more chili, so the taste will change?"

Ji Zheng was then pulled back to the world by this call.

This is the first time this world has told him "I'm back".

He panicked, opened his mouth, didn't know what to answer, and felt that he was too stupid to stand still and should go to set the tableware, but the tableware has been neatly placed manually, the table is not big but the table top is very clean , In short, everything was properly prepared, it was really like a festive New Year painting.

There is only one pair left, a pair of bi people who are about to enter the painting.

He dropped the plum blossoms in his arms, clutching the hem of his clothes with his slightly wet palms, and sat on a chair, sitting upright, more serious than sitting on a dragon chair facing up.

"Even the gods passing by in the sky will be attracted to the world by this fragrance..."

Ming Ci Yue happened to bring the food and glanced at him with a smile, "The saint is too famous."

A table is really all the snacks in the south of the Yangtze River, and they are very light. It is really rude, and it should be with the taste of their hometown.

Yurun glutinous rice **** with red flesh and half exposed flesh, lubricating slender rice noodles, and sweet rice wine in the mouth.

Ji Zheng was so slippery that he couldn't use chopsticks, couldn't pick up rice noodles, and was afraid of poking the dumplings, so he could only keep pouring wine.

"Don't get drunk tonight, there is still a lot of rice wine, and it will be a long time to come."

Ji Zheng put down the wine cup, and the tip of his ears was red when he was drunk by that sentence.

They had obviously had closer or even negative contact. At this time, they were sitting face to face, not far from each other. When serving the bowl, the two little fingers accidentally rubbed together. Ji Zheng's chopsticks slipped again, and he suddenly felt that he really About to get burned by the heat.

The human heart is probably greedy. After gaining a body, they fall in love with this feeling of stepping back half a step and sitting together in clothes.

"I went out of the city in the morning, but I didn't report it. It was to pay homage to my parents, and I hoped the sage would forgive my sins..."

Ji Zheng gave a non-salty "um", "No need." He pricked up his ears but still stared at the bottom of the bowl, blowing the soup one after another.

"I have seen the two stone tablets. The words are good. I thank the Holy Lord for my parents and mother."

Ji Zheng vaguely said, "You don't need to be polite."

"Then... the sage is willing to call their parents, and the minister also thanked the sage for my parents and mother?"

"Hands up, don't have to...cough cough." Ji Zheng coughed violently, and the sweet and greasy liquor ran down his throat, so that he couldn't utter a word.

The busier Mingci got up, he crossed the table, smoothed his back for him, pushed the dried food in his bowl to his hand, and picked up the wine cup and held it far away.

"Take your time, don't rush."

"The sage raised his father's official position and gave him a title, and he was conferred the royal mansion in Wuzhou, so that the minister could leave the royal family while retaining the title of King Jing, and return to the family, as a son inheriting his father's business and inheriting it. Throne, justifiably justified..."

This was the idea that Ji Zheng thought about for three days and three nights before he came up with it.

He hesitated for a long time and said stiffly: "Just considering that the old general Ming has countless military achievements, but he has been wronged for several years, the court will give him some compensation."

"Just get married and start a family, and complete the unfinished business." The calmer and more slowly Mingci added the second half of the sentence.

When he was a royal family, he couldn't marry justifiably, and he could marry only after leaving the palace.

The slightly flowing soup noodles reflected the silhouette of the man behind him, as well as the fireworks that illuminated half the sky.

Ji Zheng suddenly didn't hate fireworks and cooking smoke much anymore. He seemed to be able to try to blend in for the rest of his life and become a beautiful part.

"Ming's grievance is what Ming's deserves, and Dayan owes you. Today I will make it up for you on behalf of Dayan. The past will be wiped out." Ji Zheng took a light breath and calmed down the trembling. "But, other than that, can I trust you, Uncle Huang has nothing to hide from me...?"

Ming Ci Yue didn't answer, he just held his hand on the table behind him, looked at the outline of the boy's eyebrows and eyes in the noodle soup, and after a while, said: "Don't call your uncle Huang tonight, the sage said something else. Well, I want to hear it."

"I'm not called Uncle Huang anymore?" Ji Zheng was stunned, "What does Uncle Huang want to hear..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, and his head was so low that he wished he could be planted in a bowl to cool off.

"Take your time, you don't have to hurry." Ming Ci Yue didn't laugh at his clumsiness, but said gently, "It will be long in Japan."

Their days are still long, and their ears and temples are still long, and they can't use the sweet and greasy title of lovers in the world, and this is the meaning of staying together.

When Chang Qing came over, the two of them had already sat down in their seats again, eating side by side and taking small sips.

There was a round table, not too big or too small. The chairs of the two people were on the same side, the tableware was pressed against the tableware, and the remaining 80% of the round surface was empty.

She tilted her head and looked at it for a long time, always feeling weird, but she couldn't see where the problem was.

"It just so happens that the Holy Highness and His Royal Highness are both there." Chang Qing smiled and presented the tray, "This is the best-selling men's shirt these days. It looks ordinary and is all over the street. It might be a bit shabby for the two of you. But the ministers and daughters thought, maybe the sage wants to go out to the palace to play?"

She quickly added: "There is no curfew in the city tonight, this should be the busiest time..."

At the busiest time... Ji Zheng's heart moved slightly, and the hand that was holding tightly under the table hooked Uncle Huang's finger, raised the other hand, and touched the dress.

It is said to be "ordinary shabby", but after all, it is also the finished product coming down from the textile assembly line in the palace. It is specially used for the goulan and large families in the capital.

"Is there a bamboo fan and a kit as a gift?" Ji Zheng took out these two items from the bottom of the tray while laughing. He opened the fan and shook it at will.

However, Chang Qing suddenly made an "ah" and hurriedly knelt down to apologize, "I must have taken it wrong. This does not look like the accessory of this suit. The Holy One forgives the sin."

Ji Zheng blushed slightly after seeing the pattern of the fan, feeling a little embarrassed.

The picture on the fan is finely crafted and the content is fragrant. A tall and thin man with smooth skin is on top. A yellow coat is half hung between his arms, barely blocking the spring light below him. With a slender calf, if you look carefully, you can see that it is also a man's leg.

Some of the clothes were originally intended to be sold in the Goulan Washes. The folk customs in the city of Yanjing were open, and some secret dramas were sketched on the fan surface, which can only be called fun, and the folks are even more exposed. It's really nothing.

Besides, if you take it wrong, you take it wrong, and you can't blame it. I don't know what pin this fan is for. Soul Clothes