MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 45

In the stupa at the highest point of Lingcang Temple, Ming Ci Yue closed his eyes and knelt before the golden Buddha statue.

From childhood to adulthood, he would sit quietly in front of the Buddha statue for three days every time before his expedition and triumph, and this time was no exception.

But he is not a devout believer. He opened his eyes and raised his head in a short while, just like what he did in the imperial court before, and looked at the high-ranking man, his eyes were a little dim, and he had no emotions.

Fortunately, the Buddha statue does not have any voice.

Someone knocked on the door, and the thick wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak". It was Yuan Ming and the fake emperor who acted as a stand-in. Even if the visitor was his own person without threat, Ming Ciyue walked down the steps immediately. , sat beside a soft couch on the floor, on which lay Dayan's true emperor, Ji Chaoming.

At this moment, the young man was in a drowsiness, without the usual arrogance and arrogance, the thick eyelashes were drooping, the red lips were slightly open, and it was more polite and quiet.

Yuan Ming watched his master stretch out his hand without shyness from outsiders, floated on the emperor's throat, moved up an inch, and fell, rubbing his chin like a cat, silently demonstrating his ownership.

The shadow of that man fell under the Buddha lamp, completely shrouding the young man, like a wolf guarding the sheep pen, feeding and monopolizing the sheep, which is ridiculous and frightening.

Yuan Ming looked a little sluggish, and after a while, the emperor's head was gently turned by the hand, facing the inside, the meaning is self-evident. He hurriedly lowered his head, not surprised, turned his head to see that the man next to him wearing the disguise mask of the emperor was more calm than him, and looked away long ago.

"Does the Marquis of Wu'an still send someone to look for him?" The more Ming Ci opened his mouth, his voice was deliberately low, so hoarse that it was almost impossible to speak.

In the past few days, the guards sent from the palace have scoured the hills here, harassing Lingcang Temple countless times, but hiding from the highest pagoda. Hide here.

Yuan Ming nodded, "This is the third day, and according to your instructions, a corpse wrapped in half an imperial robe has been placed there. No matter how suspicious the Marquis of Wu'an is, after searching for so long, he has no choice but to believe it. In my humble opinion, he is mostly a fake public servant, and most of the time, he is looking for the body of his son Gu Congyun."

"Have we found it?" Mingci asked.

Yuanming shook his head, "We could only go out in the middle of the night to look for it. We acted in a hurry, and indeed we didn't find even the slightest wreckage, or maybe it was burnt clean."

The man beside him was thin and small, and he gestured with his hands in the air for a long time. He opened his mouth and shook his head, indicating that the Mingci would explode. At that time, she was outside the villa, and Gu Congyun went in first to explore the way.

Mingci nodded more and more, "Princess Li Shu has worked hard, if you want to return to the country in the future, this king will definitely help."

Hearing this, Li Shu narrowed her eyes slightly and shook her head anxiously.

Ming Ciyue didn't care about her anymore. As soon as his eyes touched the vivid mask of the emperor, he frowned and hurriedly moved away.

Yuan Ming said again: "There is also news from the palace that the Marquis of Wu'an is afraid that there will be too many dreams in the night and can't wait. The enthronement ceremony will be scheduled for tomorrow, the capital will be completely banned and the city will only be allowed to go out and not enter. Wake up now, or I'm afraid it will be too late..."

Without getting a response, he knew that King Jing had issued an expulsion order.

Yuan Ming and Li Shu walked out of the door together. As soon as they stepped forward, they couldn't hold back. They pushed Li Shu out first, then closed the door and knelt down heavily.

"Forgive your offense, but your Highness has done so much, after all, is it to secure the throne for the emperor, or..."

The dragon chair has always been more attractive and exciting than people imagined, and people's hearts are often more fragile and volatile than they think.

The Marquis of Wu'an can even forget the death of his own flesh and blood, let alone a relationship that cannot be seen at all.

After all, after ascending the throne, nothing can be forcibly plundered, including physical and emotional.

Yuan Ming has been with Ming Ci for more than 20 years, and he knows that he is not as gentle and pure as he appears on the surface, but his temperament is very serious. But he never thought that in order to dig out the tumor, he could arrange such a big game of chess, break the balance between the Marquis of Wu'an and the Empress Dowager, secretly change the edict, arrange a carjacking halfway, the emperor enters the temple, and will be a substitute for the art of disguise Entering the burial ground full of explosives, causing the emperor's suspended animation and the fall of the royal family Ji's family, he completely pulled out the insatiable greedy worm in the heart of the Marquis of Wu'an, and then welcomed the emperor back to the palace, and cleaned up the pests in a just and fair manner.

I am afraid that the only variable is the third son of Gu who killed him halfway, and the unconscious little saint.

This time, he really couldn't understand Ming Ci Yue.

Ming Ciyue's eyes never left the person in his arms. He lowered his head and only responded: "It's just as you imagined."

Yuan Ming froze, lowered his head quickly, and said, "Damn it, this subordinate didn't think about anything, and never guessed or suspected the master without authorization..."

Ming Ci's thinner lips slightly opened and closed, "Go out."

The wooden door squeaked and was closed again.

At that moment, Ming Ci Yue did not lift his head, without hesitation, he leaned over and approached the lip in his arms.

It wasn't the first time they kissed, and whether it was a bed partner or some unspoken relationship, the emperor had never rejected him.

But this time, the heartbeat in his ear suddenly intensified, the Adam's apple in his hand rolled up and down, the body in his arms tightened, and the man's head tilted to the side uncontrollably, dodging him. lip.

He pretended not to notice this little action of the emperor.

The boy's acting skills were extremely clumsy, he blinked and blinked, raised his hands and rubbed a few times, and then opened it with difficulty, looking at him with clear eyes, and said softly, "Uncle Huang... Where is this, I'm fainted. A few days?"

"Okay." Ji Zhengfu met Ming Ciyue's gaze, and subconsciously felt that he had revealed himself, "I can't hide anything from you."

Ming Ci Yue still said nothing.

"I can give you a chance to explain." Ji Zheng took a deep breath, "Convince me to believe in you, and I can let go of the past."

"Didn't you hear it all? That's what you heard." Ming Ci Yue raised his hand to help him close the hair in his ear, "I'm afraid, angry, doubtful, regretful, all in time."

Different from the way he treated his subordinates just now, Ming Ciyue's tone returned to the calm and indifferent tone he was familiar with, which gave him an illusion in a trance.

Gu Congyun didn't find any wreckage, what does that mean... He chewed this sentence over and over in his mind, but his brain was slow to respond.

Gu Congyun's ending in the original book will be established in the new dynasty.

It is impossible to say that there is no touch at all.

The protagonist is dead, the protagonist is attacked, the plot line is messed up, and what kind of ending will he be reduced to as a cannon fodder. It's all because of his sudden intrusion, and it's all his fault.

The more Ming Ci was elected to the throne in the support of all the people, it was definitely not a climb that trampled on the bones and planned a plan.

He still remembers what the prisoner said. If he wants to get back on the right track, he has to let Emperor Xing take the initiative to give up and stay away.

"Why pretend to sleep, don't want to face the minister, don't want to go back to court, don't want to end all this?" Ming Ci came closer to his ear, groping slowly, as usual, wanting to get close to him, please him, relax he.

His movements were vaguely agitated, a little anxious, and overwhelmed, taking this incident as the only way to escape, as if this would dissolve the estrangement, return to the past, and throw away those unpleasant memories and experiences.

Ji Zheng was so ashamed that when he looked up, he could see the majestic golden face of the tall Buddha statue. Uncle Huang knows him too well, he will always seem like nothing in Uncle Huang's eyes, where joy and pain are, they are easily held in his hands.

The physical will is always the weakest.

His cheeks turned rosy, and his heart sank a little bit, "What does the uncle want from me... um-zhen, what is the use of me to the uncle, if you really need an emperor with you Go back to the court together and help you seize the throne justifiably, and there will be another princess in the West Desert who will change her face."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and pulled his lips mockingly, "It looks exactly like me, I have been hiding in Dayan for so long, I don't know, if Uncle Huang likes that pair of skins, it's just right, I'll give it to you. Then... hiss."

Ming Ciyue put more strength on his hands, and his voice became a little colder, "She's voice was hoarse by her brother's medicine, so she could only imitate other people's voices for meticulous work by putting needles, and she could never recover herself. The tent was on fire, she was rescued by Yuan Ming, and the minister also learned later."

Ji Zheng suddenly stopped being tense and curled up, although he was still trembling, he tried his best to open up, relaxed himself, looked up at Ming Ciyue, imitating his indifferent expression, "If you look at me out of control begging for mercy, If you can please Uncle Huang and make you satisfied, then do it, I will not refuse or resist."

After saying that, he rolled over to lie down and closed his eyes.

The better Ming Ci seemed to be scalded by these words, he abruptly withdrew his hand and stepped back.

"What's wrong, I'm afraid, regret it? It's too late." Ji Zheng felt the numbness in his whole body retreat, and his body temperature returned to the coldness of the winter moon. After regaining his breath, he opened his eyes, pulled off his robe, and while taking care of the messed up clothes, he said, "I will get up when I have seen enough. When Uncle Huang needs me again, I will accompany me at any time."

"As long as it pleases you, as long as the uncle is satisfied."

He is not good at saying such words, his tone has been as steady as possible, but the tips of his ears are still red, so he can only resign his fate and bury his head again and again to avoid the chasing gaze.

"What are you going to do?" As soon as he got up, Ming Ciyu grabbed the hem of his sleeve. He slept for a few days, his legs and feet were sore and he could not stand firm. He staggered back and looked at each other. There is panic in the eyes.

"What else can you do, as you wish, drive back to the palace." Ji Zheng retracted his gaze, "What you want, I will give you all at once."

The enthronement ceremony that the Marquis of Wu'an set for him was in the early morning of the next day. The previous emperor had just "passed away" and his bones were not cold. During the national mourning period, this order was almost insane. written on the face.

But he was the minister appointed by the emperor to oversee the country before his departure, and he had half of Dayan's military power in his hands. A country cannot be without a monarch for a day, and the small countries of the borderlands have always been eyeing them.

It was under such circumstances and opportunities that the subjects of the whole country swallowed their anger and kept silent.

The capital had been completely banned, and they pretended to be the chariots and horses sent by Lingcang Temple to the palace to chanting sutras for the saint.

The two wore cassocks, one large and one small, with their hair tied high in a bun, hidden under the cap of the cloak, and their heads lowered. Along the way, the carriage drove fast, bumpy and bumpy, and rushed back to the capital overnight, constantly passing through several checkpoints, and people kept coming up to lift the curtains to check.

The closer he got to the palace, the more nervous Ji Zheng became. He listened to the attendant outside the car window introducing to the guardian, "This person inside is Master Xuan Qian of Lingcang Temple."

Ming Ci Yue was about to nod and salute.

"His Royal Highness King Jing? Ah, that one..." The guard was still wearing plain clothes, and was taken aback.

Sitting in front of Ming Ciyue, Ji Zheng could see clearly, the blade with snow-white light was hidden under the holy cassock, and his head was slightly sticking out, and it only took a blink of an eye to make this innocent guard quietly Fall silently to the ground.

His heart was already hanging in his throat.

"Welcome the two of you back to the palace. The holy house is kind-hearted, and I am blessed. I will open the gate of the palace."

Ji Zheng: "?" If he wasn't a tyrant, how could he be kind.

On the Qianying Hall, the entire hall was covered with white mourning flags, all of them were dressed in plain clothes, and even before the dragon chair was put on a screen, which could be vaguely seen, the jade seal and twelve Bead's crown.

The tablet with the inscription "Dayan Shizong Virtue and the Emperor" was held upright in his hand by the Marquis of Wu'an. He set out from the gate of the palace, passed through the civil and military officials standing in plain clothes, and bowed and bowed three times. Start at the coveted position.

Today, the old emperor was buried here, and the new emperor was born here.

The corners of his mouth twitched almost hideously. After experiencing the great grief of bereavement, and the great joy of changing the dynasty to the emperor, his mind was not very clear.

The Empress Dowager, who was half-paralyzed on the chair, was carried to the side of the throne within a few days, full of hair.

Li Ruhai, the **** in charge of the ceremony, took the tablet for him and handed the jade seal to him. Just one step away from the throne, he stopped, looked back and frowned.

"Why don't you call Long Live the Holy Spirit?"

"Shout, shout!" He held Yuxi's hand trembling slightly, "I'm standing in front of you, are you all blind or deaf?"

Someone took the lead, and all the civil and military officials of the whole court knelt down, but no one opened the mouth first.

"Report! Report to Marquis, Marquis..." The man rushed in from outside the gate of the palace in a panic, scrambling to the bottom of the steps, looking up at Marquis Wu'an, he didn't respond, and blurted out Marquis again, so he was slapped again for no reason. one foot.

"Outside the city, a mighty group of people came from outside the city. I heard that they were escorting the Sage back to the palace. The Sage sat on the horse headed by him and asked you to go out and see him."

"How, how is it possible?"

There was an uproar below, and several veteran officials represented by General Xuan were extremely surprised and hurriedly asked, "Can you see that it is the Holy One?"

The messenger exaggerated the whole story regardless of the 3721, and even made up the details of the saint wearing a royal robe, a jade crown, and a sword.

"Great, then what are you waiting for, turn it on quickly..."

"No!" The tablet was thrown to the ground with a bang, rolled to the entrance of the temple, and cracked several lines in response, "It's fake, it's fake, Ji Chaoming died, died in that ravine, there is me My son will accompany him on the road to Huangquan, not even ashes... ashes... No, send me a team of forbidden troops to send me out of the city, whoever dares to stop them will be shot!"

The audience was stunned and silent for a moment, and then countless officials got up one after another, making a mess, "Marquis of Wu'an, you mean to kill the king, think clearly."

"You have the imperial decree to supervise the country, and you are offside and proclaimed emperor. If you stop at this time, you may also be dealt with lightly."

"Come on, stop dreaming about your spring and autumn dreams, the farce should end."

"Why, an incompetent bastard, you are willing to kneel and worship him, and bury Dayan in his hands!"

Countless ministers laughed dumbfounded, and said, "The Holy One is the orthodox."

"No matter how incompetent, I once went to the Winter Hunting Festival to confront the people of the Western Desert in order to return the tribute."

"He opened the gate to release water, but he had no intention of saving thousands of people downstream."

"Do you want Dayan to be buried in your hands today?"

The "squeak" of the door of the main hall sounded very clearly in the chaotic noise.

A pair of white, clean hands picked up the tablet, took a deep breath, and blew ashes, "Marquis of Wu'an, why do you say I'm a faint-hearted lord?"

"Why does the emperor take turns, but it's not your turn?"

Just now, he also said how the saint outside the city could suddenly kill the gate of the temple!

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost!" The Marquis of Wu'an was dizzy, like a hallucination. He suddenly pulled out the guard's sword, and rushed forward through the officials who were screaming and fleeing.

Before he was halfway through, he was blocked by a moonlight sword light. The Marquis of Wu'an was originally from the military. In addition, he was greatly stimulated at this time, and his skill was much higher than usual. He resisted a few blows, and scuffled with Ming Ci Yue, connecting countless reconciliations, and the two went all the way. Tumbled and hit the top of the high-level, next to the throne.

The guards were busy going to the door to stop the soldiers of the Gu family who were swarming up. Almost all the people in the hall fled and hid at the door of the hall, leaving a half-crippled old woman, unable to speak, staring in horror and unable to escape. .

Before the explosion, Ming Ci Yue was not uninjured, but the nerves had been highly tense before, and when he endured this time, when he picked up the sword and fought recklessly, the feeling of exhaustion and pain swept through like a tide.

Between the fights, he turned his eyes away slightly, and with a consonant heart, he was facing the gaze of Xiaotian who was chasing after the upper steps, silently urging, anxious, flustered, and at a loss.

Quick fight.

He only said, "Unscrupulous, non-stop, even if you use your own flesh and blood to make firewood, you will have to light the fire."

The Marquis of Wu'an's sword was slowed for a moment, "Impossible, I have clearly called it off, knowing that my son is inside, how could I still ignite, it was obviously an accident, no, it was not an accident, was it you, was it you! "

"Even if I get on the sage, I have to get rid of my family, and say goodbye to you!"

When Ming Ci Yue turned sideways, the back of his neck was exposed to the edge of his sword for a moment.

The emperor exclaimed and opened his mouth slightly. Between the electric light and flint, Ming Ciyue caught the movement of the person behind him from his pupils. Without looking back, he caught the sharp sword from the left with his backhand.

"You don't have a heart, so you won't understand."

"Fourteen years ago, Marquis of Wu'an, stay safe."

The Marquis of Wu'an could no longer be attacked, and he retreated again and again, almost throwing away his armor and armor around the dragon chair, rolling and crawling, dodging in panic.

Ming Ci Yue returned to his usual indifference, wiped his forehead, held his sword, not in a hurry, accompanied him around in circles, relaxed and peaceful, and pushed him little by little into the dead end.

The blade of the sword was scratched on the jade floor, as if it had been carved between the bones of the Marquis of Wu'an. Hearing his hair stand upright, his liver and gallbladder are broken.

"Your Highness, save me, Your Highness!" The Marquis of Wu'an was so anxious that he dared to turn his head and ask Jizheng for help. "Today, he dares to put you in danger for his own schemes, and he will dare to come to the palace in the future!"

"Do you think that if I die, you will be able to sit back and relax as the emperor? If I die, you won't live long! Do you think that the former emperor in the case of that year just listened to his beliefs, was timid and was not responsible?" His voice changed. Tune, and in the shrill sound of the sword, "He is a lonely soul who crawled out of Ming's grave. To take revenge, kill me first, then your surname is Ji."

"Ming Ci Yue is the real wolf's ambition. In my heart, there is nothing but revenge, except for the throne. You are raising tigers and raising tigers!"

Ji Zheng watched helplessly as he crawled beside the dragon chair, wriggling like maggots, his fingernails scratched on the smooth floor, scratching his flesh and blood.

Ming Ci wanted to keep his breath, and tied the courage of Marquis Wu'an to the tip of his sword to tease him. After chasing it, he let it go, his eyes came to him, and he asked Ji Zheng calmly and silently.

Hoeing a traitor for the King of Qin is completely different from bringing up the sword for the sake of avenging injustice.

Ji Zheng's heart was in chaos, and he didn't know how his voice trembled as he said that, "The Marquis of Wu'an has a wicked heart, deceives the monarch and commits crimes, arbitrarily transfers public money, tampering with imperial orders, conspiracy to usurp the throne, and execution."

He only knew that the last sound the Marquis of Wu'an left him was Yangtian's laughter, "I'm waiting for the saint on Huangquan Road."

The whole hall was quiet, and the officials who were huddled outside the hall with their heads huddled all pointed their heads to look in. Blood splashed on the mourning flags hanging from the beams. On the zigzag white silk of the screen.

The saint is still approaching the past step by step without vigilance, like a worm pounced on the cobweb.

Everyone was terrified, but did not dare to step forward to stop them.

They also heard the words of Marquis Wu'an just now. It was only today that they remembered that Ming Ci was a knife that was killed from the battlefield. Even if he was wrapped in a soft brocade in the capital for five or six years, he was still a knife, which could be both external and internal.

Prince Jing's gentleness and benevolence is true, but it probably can't stand the emperor's repeated trials, provocations, and humiliations.

Moreover, the teachers of King Qin from ancient times to the present have numbered themselves on the throne.

The Marquis of Wu'an is dead, but whoever sits on the throne may not yet have a clear distinction.

They looked at the screen quietly, the taller figure dropped his sword, held up the crown of twelve beads, and half-knelt down.

The crown was handed over and turned alternately in the hands of the two, fell to the ground with a thud, and was picked up again.

Everyone's heartbeats came together, thump, thump.

Suddenly, the figures of the two people overlapped and scuffled on the dragon chair! The saint's voice "come..." was abruptly silenced halfway through the shouting.

King Jing finally couldn't help himself! This big Yan is finally going to change his surname!

Everyone's reaction exploded like thunder, but no one dared to step forward to stop it.

Just now, Ji Zheng watched helplessly as the Marquis of Wu'an gasped under Ming Ciyue's sword. At this moment, Ming Ciyue brought the sword closer, but his feet seemed to be stuck to the floor, unable to move or pull out.

Ming Ci Yue stretched out his hand towards him, as if slow motion were playing in front of him.

Ji Zheng's crow-colored eyelashes were wet, and he closed it tightly without any hope, shaking into a piece, "Are you here?"

The cold fingertips landed on his cheek, and he hummed vaguely, with a very light smile.

Ji Zheng only felt that with his eyes closed and his head held up, his situation was no better than a lamb being slaughtered by its neck.

Ming Ciyue seemed to be ready to scare him to death as before, and remained silent for a while, without doing anything.

"Hurry up." Ji Zheng's voice was hoarse, and while urging, he opened one eye slightly, and was startled by the sudden appearance of the bead crown in front of him.

The crown with the jade bead on it is even more radiant in the hands of the uncle. The more Mingci lowered his head and wiped it carefully, the decisiveness and brutality of the beheading just now disappeared. The gaze that looked up at him was also... cautiously.

As soon as he touched that gaze, the string in Ji Zheng's mind snapped and snapped, and all the grievances came to him.

"Pretend! One time fierce and then soft, pretending to be gentle, you lied to me, laughed at me, and played with me in the palm of your hand!"

Ming Ci is not angry anymore, and he picks it up again and again with patience.

"Don't be like this, I know it, I've seen it all, Ming Ci Yue..." He sniffed and pulled his lips hard, "That's the real Ming Ci Yue, the temperament has changed greatly, and the gentleness has been lost..."

"Stop acting, I've never seen what you look like?"

"What does it look like?" Ming Ci Yue suddenly said, and slowly straightened up, "Have you seen this look before?"

Ji Zheng didn't have time to make a sound, the next moment, the world was spinning, he was pressed straight into the depths of the dragon chair, and was folded under Ming Ciyue's figure roughly, if it wasn't for that person's palm, Almost broke the back of the head on the jade.

The deep bottom of those eyes were full of tumbling waves, and the hot person's skin was burning.

He has never seen such clear words, brutal, straightforward, presumptuous, without scruples, and desires written in his eyes.

"Are you crazy?! Someone... um." The corner of his mouth hurt, and his voice was abruptly blocked.

"Shh, they're all watching." Ming Ciyue's voice was a feather, and he scratched it, alternating between softness and fierceness, as if putting him under the double world of ice and fire.

"This is the main hall, the dragon chair, and under the attention of all the people, have they ever seen the appearance of the saint?"

Ji Zheng couldn't resist, pursed his lips, protested silently, and stared back at him.

"Squeeze back the voice, retract the claws." The more Ming Ci forcefully inserted it between his clenched fingers, he clasped his fingers on top of Tenglong's dragon mouth. ’

This is the first time that Yue Yue stopped asking him, "Is it okay?"

Ming Ci Yue only said "be good".

Ming Ci Yue finally came to kill him, fierce and ruthless, the first "knife" fell on the tip of his hot ear.

The imperial robe hung on the dragon horn on the armrest, swaying non-stop, and took a big mouth with a stab.

"Be nice, my lord."

The author has something to say: Ah, Uncle Huang finally started, and I finally got crazy.

Everyone thought Uncle Huang was going to take the throne, but he went up to take people hahaha

Cry, cry, please, don't lock it, it's nothing, don't think too much