MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 22

The front door was full of celebratory cheers, and Ming Ciyue turned in from the back window of the happy tent.

Although he gave Tianzi a medicine that could stun Li Ying, he was vaguely afraid that according to Tianzi's temperament, he would not use it.

After all, not everyone is like him, dark, dirty, invisible and unscrupulous.

He also carried a longbow in his hand, and lightly walked around among the countless soft yarns in the wedding tent. The wedding candles for the newlyweds stung his eyes.

Ming Ci frowned more and more and turned his head away.

He suddenly heard Ji Zheng's heartbeat, and since that day's communication with Si Tianjian Jianzheng, he has extremely restrained himself not to look directly at the emperor, not to listen to his heartbeat, and not to be disturbed by that heartbeat.

At this moment, the heartbeat was getting louder and louder.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he couldn't care less, and quickly looked for the voice to find it.

The happy bed was right in front of him, and across the mansa, a figure with his back turned to him stood beside the bed and leaned over the other, groping around unruly with his hands.

In an instant, Ming Ci became more blank in his mind, his murderous intention was fierce, the blue veins on his forearm burst out, and he drew his longbow directly, aiming at the head beside the bed.

What foreign diplomacy, what Prince Ximo, he can't care about anything, and this is the prisoner in the palm of his hand who can easily kill him with one arrow.

"Uncle Huang?" The figure turned around, a little surprised, lowered his voice and waved at him.

Ji Zheng grinned viciously, "I leave some traces for Concubine Ying."

Ming Ci Yue: …

Ji Zheng had already removed half of Li Ying's clothes, leaving a mess of red and ambiguous marks on his shoulders, collarbone, and even his snow-white legs.

While pinching, he whispered, "Let you think of me again!"

Ji Zheng was not satisfied after pinching it, so he took a few steps back to admire the masterpiece, and stepped forward again to bend Li Ying's legs apart, so that when he woke up the next day, this person would feel that his legs were sore and hard to walk.

The clearer the speech, the more dumbfounded, "Your Highness, this is..."

"People like Li Ying have been restless for too long, and I don't know what conspiracy is with Xi Mo. Since he wants something to happen, if I don't satisfy him, I will be bothered by him in the future." Ji Zheng looked back and saw Ming Ci Yue's surprised expression suddenly became embarrassed, how could a gentleman like Duan Fang Ruyu see such a colorful scene.

"Don't look at it." Ji Zheng covered his eyes with his hand and muttered softly, "You must not understand..."

Ming Ciyue's eyes were extremely obscure and incomprehensible, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he hesitated, "No, Your Majesty, this trace..." According to his inference of Li Ying's identity on the couch, this trace must not be doing so...

Ji Zheng frowned: "What's wrong with the traces? You have no experience, what do you know?"

"Yes." Ming Ciyue's eyes were fixed on the exposed white back of the emperor's neck, and he said softly, "I don't understand, thank you for your teaching."

After a while, his hand stretched out and lightly covered Ji Zheng's eyes, "If you don't look at it, don't look at the sage, it's dirty."

In the place where the little emperor couldn't see, Ming Ciyue's face turned cold, and he glanced down at the bed. After a while, he "accidentally" overturned the kumiss beside him with his sleeves, and the milky white liquid dripped on the quilt. During the time, there were quite a few splashes on the sleeves of the two of them.

Ji Zheng coughed abruptly, blushing directly, but seeing Ming Ci Yue's expression of indifference and innocence, he didn't seem to be biased at all.

Sure enough, the gentleman is as clean as jade, only he is full of yellow waste.

Ji Zheng opened the topic and asked, "Where did you get this medicine? It works well."

The more obvious the words were, the more obvious he was, he barely looked away, opened his mouth with some difficulty, and said vaguely: "Well...it's the West Desert medicine that Dark Blade found from Li Ying."

He's not lying either, this was obtained by Han Cheng colluding with Li Ying before, and he just found it from Han Cheng.

Ming Ci asked more tentatively, "Will the Sage blame me for my shady tactics, and ask the Sage to prescribe medicine for Concubine Ying?"

"What kind of shady method is this." Ji Zheng waved his hand indifferently, "He wanted to prescribe medicine to me first, but Uncle Huang is still too soft-hearted, so I can learn from me."

Ming Ci Yue finally lifted his lower lip in relief, "Well, it will be fine if there is nothing wrong with the Holy One."

Li Ying was already in a coma, and Ji Zheng thought that he only needed to get back to the bed before he woke up the next day, and a cigarette in the morning afterward would do.

He followed Ming Ciyue and turned out from the back window of the tent. The back of the tent was not part of the camp and was far away from the royal pasture, revealing a hillside meadow with a wide field of vision and sparse stars.

In winter, the grass is very low and low, no more than ankles, and it is wide open from a distance.

The third watch of the night was the quietest and darkest time. The quiet air was condensed with water vapor and turned into frost and dew. Some fell on the grass, and some rustled the tips of his shoulders and hair.

In his previous life, he had never seen such a wide field of grass, and his physical condition could not support him to go up, walk, step, and step. Today, Ji Zheng is full of urges to go up and roll, but when he thinks about it, he has to continue to act. Emperor, he still suppressed this urge.

Ming Ciyue's presence was too high, he followed closely behind him step by step, the sound of stepping on the grass was rustling, as if scratching on Ji Zheng's auricle.

Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva, restraining himself not to care, "What are those people doing?" He raised his chin towards a distant hillside.

Under the moonlight, you can clearly see a few people standing there.

"It's the officer in charge of the astrological divination of the Sitianjian. Recently, there may be a big difference..." Mingci paused, "The paddock is open and easy to observe, so they followed the convoy."

"Everyone's attention is focused on this one, admiring it, running around for it, and doing all they can." He raised his finger, and seeing that the Son of Heaven could not be found, he took a long bow and put it around the saint. With him holding the bow, the arrow pointed straight to the east sky.

"That one is the holy star."

Ji Zheng listened in a daze, all he could do was feel the touch of the longbow in his hand, the arrow on the string, the strength and speed, and even the temperature that came through from another person, all clasped at his fingertips.

He aimed at the legendary Monarch and tried to draw the bow.

The bow was so tight that it couldn't be drawn with his strength.

Under his feet, one leg sunk in between his legs, helping him to separate his legs to stabilize his body, and another hand wrapped around his waist to help him straighten his waist and abdomen.

The hand that was leaning over the back of his hand was intertwined between his fingers, leading him to hold the bow firmly with the palm of his hand, helping him to open and close his forearm, and draw the full bow in one breath.

Ji Zheng held his breath, his whole body blending with the longbow, all stretched to the extreme.

"However, there is another star recently, which disrupted the trend of this emperor star. It came from the southeast, broke into it, intertwined with the emperor star, and was even waiting for an opportunity to spy on the mystery of the emperor star." Ming Ciyue He took a barely audible breath.

"Holy, what should I do with this disaster star?"

The clouds in the sky are thick, the moonlight can't see through, and the light of a few micro-stars alternately flashes and disappears. From a distance, it is impossible to tell who is bright and who is dark, who is the master and who is the minister, and a small drop is undulating in the sea of ​​​​clouds. of water droplets.

Ji Zheng seemed to be afraid of breaking the bowstring, so he said lightly, "How come there are so many feudal superstitions?"

Ming Ci became more puzzled: "What is feudal superstition?"

Ji Zheng couldn't explain it, he tilted his head to look at Ming Ciyue, the clearly recognizable jawline in the night, and said in his heart, if there is an emperor star, it should be Ming Ciyue's, not his.

Ming Ci Yue looked at him for only a moment, his eyes became a little surprised, and he turned his head to avoid Ji Zheng's sight.

"The Holy One should stop looking at ministers in the future."

It was at this moment that the sound of the wind passed by like a knife, and the arrow body was filled with power, and suddenly flew straight to the dark clouds and stars in the night sky, startling the treetops in the distance, and a few jackdaws, and fell on the flat after a while. on the grass.

Really using his own strength on the weapon, this is a sense of conquest and satisfaction that he has never had in his previous life and this life, and it is an experience that every man cannot refuse.

Ji Zheng blushed a little, his breath didn't stop, and he was sweating slightly, but at this moment, he was listening to someone whispering beside his ear.

"Sir, remember, this is the feeling of archery."

The two returned to the camp one after the other at the dawn of the morning. Ji Zheng thought that he would still have a chance to see Li Ying, who was covered in mess. He sat beside his bed and pretended to comfort him, who knew that Li Ying had already put on his clothes. The big cloak stood in front of the door waiting for him, and his expression seemed to be the same.

"Concubine Ai is awake, have you done the cleaning yourself?" Ji Zheng was startled and decided to play the role of the scumbag to the end, "I was thinking of calling someone to bring hot water to clean it for you..."

"Holy Majesty is mighty, the concubine's whole body is sore and I don't remember it, and I passed out in the middle?" Li Ying smiled at him, so that his whole body burst into cold hairs.

Ji Zheng nodded slightly guiltily.

The campfire has been extinguished, and there is a fence next to the tent. There are some deer in captivity. They all look very young, their antlers have not yet developed, and their round eyes are wet, all of them are staring at Ji Zheng.

Li Ying saw that the emperor liked it so much, he smiled and said, "The sage can choose one at will, this is also part of the ceremony."

Ji Zheng didn't think much, and squatted down to the side of the fence. A small deer is different from the others, it seems to be kneeling lazily on the edge, not hiding when someone comes, raising its head unprepared, leaning up slightly, and licking his palm.

Its eyes are pure black, without any impurities, Ji Zheng saw the reflection of himself and Ming Ciyue inside.

Ji Zheng had never had the opportunity to raise a deer, and at this time he even chose its name in his heart and patted its head with joy.

But immediately, a servant of the West Desert tied a hemp rope to the front hoof of the deer, opened the fence gate, and released all the deer together into the forest.

The one selected by Ji Zheng had to limp to catch up with the big team, turn back a few steps, and disappear into the depths of the jungle with nostalgia.

Ji Zheng's face froze, and he asked coldly, "This is?"

Li Ying slowly returned to him and said, "The opening ceremony of the Winter Hunting Festival, thank you for choosing the heaven-sacrifice product."

Ji Zheng's whole body was cold, and he clenched his fists tremblingly.

"Your Highness?" Ming Ci called him more and more.

Ji Zheng glanced at him as if asking for help, then immediately withdrew his eyes and did not speak.

He is the honor of the ninety-five, just because of his random choice, a life was put on shackles and became the target of the heroes.

It was his love that killed a fresh life.

And if Ji Zheng remembers correctly, the winner of the hunt will be Ming Ciyue, and the executioner will be Ming Ciyue. And this was the first time he showed his ambition to win the title.

He was the executioner's knife-hander, and his ten fingers were covered in blood.

The prey he personally selected was rounded up by Ming Ci.

The plot went back to its original trajectory, and, ahead of schedule.

The author has something to say:

Uncle: Your Majesty, remember, this is what it feels like to go out (archery)

little emperor:

Oh yes, the concubine is indeed attacking, but the little emperor thinks he is attacking hahaha

Let me explain a little bit. Uncle Huang can indeed read minds through sight, but he thinks he is a disaster star, so he deliberately avoids it. The previous explanation by Si Tianjian is the key point. Now it's delicious to go crazy after abstinence.