MTL - The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish-Chapter 59

"When did the Tai Hospital develop this second fake death drug?" Ji Zheng stared at the floor, his eyes straight.

"Go back to the Holy One, this medicinal material came from the West Desert. It is very rare. The Taiyuan Hospital has not yet developed a second one..."

Ji Zheng murmured again: "Then who went down to the pond and fished it out for me?"

The little doctor trembled and replied, "Go back to the Holy One, there was a severe drought outside the city at the beginning of the year, and the gates were opened to release the water. The water in the Yuyuan Pond should have been changed several times."

Ji Zheng still didn't give up: "Then maybe he was retrieved as soon as he fell into the water."

The little healer was silent for half a minute: "Sir, this pill will melt in water."

This time, Huan Jizheng was silent, and the answer was right in front of him.

He recalled it countless times and countless times. He could recall the clearness of the pill, the excitement before he was about to escape, the astonishing emotion of seeing Ming Ciyue at first, and he could even recall the astonishing emotion of seeing Ming Ciyue at first. Recalling the pain of Uncle Huang's arm slamming him against the railing.

But he just couldn't remember, and couldn't understand, why this medicine appeared in his sleeve pocket.

What is that popping sound? Was it not a pill that fell into the water, could it be a grape?

Dare to love that he fell, rolled, and crawled away from the plot. After going through untold hardships, he walked out for half his life, and when he came back, he found that the plug-in was hidden in his sleeve?

Ji Zheng's mouth twitched slightly.

The little healer watched helplessly as the saint was laughing and crying, his complexion changed from crimson to pale and blue, his eyes changed from dazed and out of focus to hatred, staring at the fake death medicine as if he wanted to swallow it alive. .

Indeed, don't blame the sage being angry, it's really unpleasant to see this thing at this juncture.

Out of sight and out of mind, it would provoke the sage's anger, and the little healer took a clever step forward, bent down, and wanted to help the sage throw the waste medicine.

Unexpectedly, the sage reacted so quickly that he lowered his body in front of him and reached out to grab the medicine. He raised his neck and swallowed the medicine wholeheartedly.

The little healer was horrified, the holy man was really mad and wanted to swallow the medicine alive!

He hurriedly stopped: "Sacred Master, be careful, be merciful! This medicine is nothing else. After taking it, your legs and feet will twitch, your eyes will become detached, your heart will be numb, your five senses will be lost, and you will fall into a state of suspended animation."

"I know." The sage took the medicine away from his lips slightly, his face was calm, and he looked back at him, "I have seen the effect of this medicine, I know it. What I want is suspended animation, suspended animation and resurrection."

At the beginning, the Sage wanted him to forge an autopsy, but he was terrified and confused, and now he was even more at a loss, "Why did the Sage want to flee, the peace of the Western Xinjiang is not easy to come by, and the people's livelihood is improving at first, and the situation in the palace is complicated. There are wolves coveted by tigers to see the throne, and the saint does not leave behind to frighten the court and the public, to secure the world, and to enjoy honor and wealth, why do you want to leave at this time?"

"He is a wolf?" The saint smiled. "Even if he is a wolf, he is the leader of the pack, the wolf king who defends the territory and leads the tribe. There is no reason for other things to stop him."

After that, he seemed to rub the tip of his nose again and muttered, "It would be great if he could really see the throne."

The little healer became more and more confused, "The sage can recruit this person, attract talents, and let him be used by you to govern the world."

The saint shook his head: "I don't want to be the chain of the wolf, I don't need this, and I don't want the wolf to tie me tightly to my body."

The little healer bluntly said that he did not understand, and the sage teased him that he had entered the palace early, and he had no experience and no hair growth.

How much older can the sage be than himself? According to the internal information of the Tai Hospital, the little sage has already reached the age of marrying a wife and having children, but the three thousand beauties in the harem have no real women at all.

Of course, the little doctor didn't dare to collide like this, he thought for a while, and said, "I don't understand the love in those words, but I have relatives, parents, brothers, aunts and uncles, I can stay at home. To help them, I still want them to have a better life."

The sage suddenly turned serious, glanced at him lightly, and said softly: "I want to leave, too."

The little doctor wanted to refute something, but the sound of soldiers and horses suddenly broke out outside the hall. He frantically clawed at the edge of the window and looked out. There seemed to be red flags fluttering in the dark night. When I see the red ying ying that is standing tall,

He was stunned, no matter how dark it was outside, he couldn't admit that Dayan was the only one, "Why did His Royal Highness King Jing bring his own soldiers into the palace..."

At this time, the guards outside the door had investigated the situation and rushed to report. King Jing came with a heavy army, or wanted to commit a great treason. On the road, many people went out to accompany them, and there were remnants of the rebels who created the momentum, and the team attacked. The speed seems to be slowing down now. You see, the Holy Master... He peeked at the Holy Master while talking, and the word embarrassment was written all over his face.

The saint waved his hand: "It's okay, just open the temple door and wait."

"Impossible, His Highness is not such a person at all. He will never ignore the etiquette of Gangchang, he will not..." The little doctor became anxious, "There is a misunderstanding, there must be a misunderstanding! Let the guards go and ask, ask Jing What the **** is the king here for!"

"Does the truth matter, does his own purpose matter?" The sage pointed to the door of the courtyard and motioned him to go out to take a look.

"I taught you that water can carry a boat and capsize it."

The little healer stood at the door. He saw the sparks, the heroes and the people, the courtiers who came in panic and didn't know where to stand, and the sharp and slender spear was just a drop in the ocean, it was clearly being pushed. Flowing towards this side, it was still dazzlingly red.

He was so frightened that he lost his words, stumbled back a few steps, staggered, and hurried back to the hall, only to see that the saint was already moving neatly, everything was ready, and only the pills were left.

The sage left a blank edict to the successor, with a blood seal and a jade seal. How did the person who came to arrange his death, including the chess game of the government and the opposition, the three princes and nine ministers, and the nine-pound dragon chair , were put away cleanly by him, thoroughly, and he refused to leave half of his sleeves.

Others flocked to it like a flock, and this person wanted to abandon it like a pair of shoes.

"At the beginning of the new dynasty, everything is busy and disorderly. I'm just a young, faint-hearted prince who is not good at power. It doesn't matter whether you are under house arrest or die. ." The saint told him every word, "But you must hide from King Jing later, even if you can only hide it for a day, otherwise you and I will not even try to escape from the Yanfu Palace."

The little doctor Gu Zuo said to him: "Prince Jing is your uncle, it's not that his own is better than his own. If you really discuss and govern the world together, it's not wrong..."

"Then I don't want to see him gouging out his eyes in front of me!"

The little doctor was stunned by his roar.

He only saw the supreme man in the world turn his face. It was clearly a man, but he had a face that could attract Fenghuang Laiyi. The face was raised and looked out of the window, his eyes were stern, and he only smiled at him for a short time. In an instant, he called his name and said softly, "The world outside the palace is so big, didn't Fang Sheng say that he would leave behind me and make a comeback."

The little healer stopped talking.

He watched helplessly as the sage swallowed the pill lightly without hesitation, and lived in fine clothes and jade for a lifetime, honorable and beautiful people did not mess up their foreheads even when they died, and they were more serene than the sleep of others.

He sighed lightly and prepared to create a hanging scene for the saint as planned, but the door of the temple was kicked open behind him.

"Ming, Ming Ci Yue!" The little doctor was surprised, he blurted out his name in shock, and fell to his knees on the ground at a loss.

The effect of this medicine has not yet fully taken effect, and there are still dark green traces on the fingertips of the saint. According to the saint, once the clear words go forward to check, the two of them will be trapped in this hall of blessing, and there will be no peace.

He waited terrified, but saw that the gentle and handsome, victorious young general became old in an instant, with a pale face, as old as a piece of wood withered quickly, after a while, he turned his hands behind his back, still standing at the door, But it made way for them.

"...His Royal Highness?" He couldn't understand the meaning of Ming Ci, but suddenly noticed that this man was wearing a wide-sleeved red shirt and a pair of soft-soled embroidered boots.

He was at a loss, and after realizing it, how could there be a general who has fought a hundred battles on the battlefield, dressed like this to lead an army to rebel and conspire to usurp the throne?

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If he had never seen the outside world, Ji Zhengben also felt that the life in Zhengyue Mansion could be endured.

At first, it was just a dashing impulse. He had no idea where he could go after leaving the palace, nor how he could survive as an emperor.

When he woke up, it was already a remote and border town. Not only did a small hospital apprentice leave him without putting him down, but he also brought enough money to take care of his daily life intimately and meticulously, taking him while evading investigation. In the limelight, while swimming along the border line.

Although Dayan's territory is large, it is a real country in the Central Plains. Going west, they see enough of the vast golden sands of the Western Desert, and to the south, there are lakes and swamps in the southern border. They pretended to be the children of wealthy businessmen who traveled around the door, stopped and walked, relaxed and at ease. Every time there was a routine inspection by border officials, the two men set off slowly to the next place.

Even if he is still a salted fish who is unwilling to climb to the top of the mountain, take the dangerous road, and go to the five oceans, Ji Zheng has basked in the sun everywhere in the great mountains and rivers of the motherland.

Occasionally dreaming of the uncle of the emperor is no longer a gloomy nightmare. Ming Ci Yue wears a crown of twelve beads on his head, wears a bright dragon robe, sits firmly in a high position, and looks down on the world.

After the dream came to this, Ji Zheng suddenly woke up, leaning on the bamboo and wood bed rail in a certain house in a certain place, feeling at ease, smacking his lips, fell down, and fell asleep in the middle of the night without dreams.

The day went by and I didn't know what day it was, until one day the little doctor knocked on the door of his inn room with a sad face, and Ji Zheng slowly realized that no matter how big the money bag is, it can bottom out.

One of the few serious things that this little sage did when he was in power was to hold the entire capital's weaving and embroidery clothing industry chain in his hands, and at the same time to connect the silk supply in the prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River, becoming a middleman business, specializing in making the difference.

As a last resort, the two of them covered up, hid, took a detour and returned to the Central Plains area. Only when they arrived in the Jiangnan area did they find out that the whole of Dayan was very calm and nothing happened. There is also no secret spy guard who is looking for people everywhere.

Ji Zheng thought secretly in his heart, but because of this, his temporary residence stabilized.

"How old is Mr. Zheng? You don't want the elders in the family to come out with such a big business, but the next generation will contempt and fool us?"

"You're the one who is being careful. This Mr. Zheng has a northern accent, maybe he is from the capital. It is said that he has no one else in his family and has thousands of treasures. That Yandu Textile is selected every year from the sixteen counties of the four prefectures in the south of the Yangtze River. Countless families are eagerly waiting for the silk and satin of Lingluo to enter the palace, and this year, I sent someone down to personally select it, and it is such a noble son who no one knows."

Wuzhou Nan'an Lane Teahouse is quiet, crowded with literati and poets.

Two brocade-clothed merchants sit side by side in one of the boxes, somewhat out of place.

One of them sneered, "This is an exaggeration. How could the emperor's family accept the satin material he chose to send, so it's not impossible."

The other person gave him a sideways look, "Then why do you think that? Why did this young man show up, and the whole Wuzhou, apart from those of us who raised silkworms and silk, even those who bake tea leaves, grow melons and fruits and make cakes, scrambled to invite him to a drink. "

He leaned over, lowered his voice, and looked mysterious and decisive: "It is said that if this wonderful person can pick, he will surely win the blue eyes in the palace."

"Wonderful?"

"I was the first to invite him, and I worked hard. This wonderful person has his own advantages. You will know it when you see it..."

At this point, it just so happened that the bamboo curtain was finally dialed, and the two looked up, but no one could say anything.

This person is really strange, a face that is rare in the world, not an ordinary thing in the pool, extravagant yet elegant, with deep eyebrows, that should be the **** of the fairy class, who came to the world in the murals Ling, and hooked his lower lip at them Yingying.

Seeing that the belly rich businessman immediately straightened his upper body from the bamboo wood chair.

But this man was wearing a bright purple and red shirt again, a dark purple jacket, a white inner shirt, a bamboo green half robe and lotus root boots, and a vermilion red waistband that was dripping with blood, and an ivory jade fan was shaken in his hand. Shaking, shaking, the eyes of the two spinners were straight, and they were speechless. Except for this immortal, they have never seen anyone who dares to wear so many colors on their bodies, and they dress so... wonderfully.

Wonderful people are wonderful, wonderful!

The young man sat down with his legs crossed. The first thing he did was to pull two buttons on his collar, "It's getting hot in Wuzhou until Qingming."

The second thing, I slapped a folding fan, fixed my eyes on the skinny businessman, and saw that his arms were hairy, so he said quietly: "Next time, please don't come to this corner of the alley, find a restaurant with special features, and I will pay."

To speak is to be disillusioned.

The secluded teahouse was chosen by him for his own cleverness and his own preference. The thin man blushed immediately when he said this, but he laughed while touching his belly, "Young master is indeed a fairy in the world, interesting! Next! Jia Wanshan has ordered a drink in Ciguichunyuan! It’s just that this Wuzhou is sweltering every year until mid-spring, and this year it’s been raining a lot.”

In fact, not only Wuzhou, but the whole area south of Huai River is so hot every year. He secretly decided that this young man has never been to Jiangnan, and he doesn't know much about silk. He is clearly a beautiful vase!

But his eyes couldn't help but look at the neck of the vase. Under a few delicate buttons, it was a beautiful scene that surpassed the spring in the south of the Yangtze River.

He pushed the tea cup over, but was silently sent back without looking at it from the other side.

Jia Wanshan is lustful, but obviously he has no choice but to be a woman. He chose to have big breasts, fat buttocks, and narrow eyebrows. Today, this rich and noble boy is really evil... His mouth was dry, and he pulled his collar.

At this time, the young servant who had been standing next to "Master Zheng" said, "Brother, let's fasten the buttons, and forget about my old problem of harming the wind."

Ji Zheng then reluctantly raised his hand to fasten the button, blocking the spring light, then picked up the ivory fan and shook it, and glared at the little doctor from behind the fan.

In the past few days, everything was fine, except that the little doctor was more strict than his uncle, never allowed to go to Goulan Chunyuan, and never touched the brewed mash.

Don't ask, ask is the arrogant and noble body of the holy dragon...

The three of them sat and sipped tea, but none of them could taste the taste. They were half-hearted and half-hearted.

The two merchants were deliberately embarrassed. The brocades woven from the south of the Huaishui River in Wuzhou, the north of the Huaishui River, before the Grain Rain, and after the frost fell, the brocades woven were slippery, soft, soft and strong, and they were placed in front of Ji Zheng for him to choose.

The emperor's family goes south of the Huai River every year, and within thirty days between the spring equinox and the Grain Rain, the nobles who came down from the capital must not understand silkworm raising.

Ji Zheng knew what the merchants meant, but he really didn't understand Nong Sang and didn't have the heart to take Qiao. He only tried it with the back of his hand. He closed his eyes and chose thirteen of the nearly 50, and decided that this year's goods would be these types.

Seeing the silence between the two facing each other, he knew that he had made the right choice, and he got up and wanted to leave.

The thin man was not reconciled: "Wait a minute, I still want to ask the young master, there is no standard for the selection of materials every year in Tianzi's family, what kind of brocade do you prefer?"

"Standard?" Ji Zheng narrowed his eyes, stretched out two scallion-like fingers from his sleeves, pinched the edge of the material, and then smiled again.

"Below is the standard."

This is not an exaggeration at all. In previous years, the silk brocades and golden silk clothes that were sent to the palace from all over the world were all selected by him, closing his eyes and fingering. The laws of the Sacred Heart that the inner court and the merchants worked so hard to figure out were nothing more than a momentary liking and dislike for him.

He creates the law, and he is the standard.

The thin one took the opportunity to grab Ji Zheng's hand first, and before he could react, he searched for the calluses on his hand inside and out, and after a while, he said meaningfully: "If the emperor is long and healthy, he is about this age. now..."

This young man's hands were soft and flawless. He wanted to speculate that it was the emperor's companion who practiced martial arts or studied, but he could only speak in a measured manner.

Ji Zheng calmly withdrew his hand and responded, "Unfortunately, now my servant is more than three years older than him."

Jia Wanshan smiled casually and said: "I heard that the emperor's qi is blocked in his heart, he is weak and pale, the son is lustrous, and he is more like Prince Jing's youth. I was fortunate to see the prince's honorable face a few years ago. The whole capital is really a red-sleeved trick."

Ji Zheng agreed with a smile and said, "Now that the python robe has changed into five claws, isn't it even more majestic and majestic when the sage is in the world?"

"Sacred Master?" Jia Wanshan frowned, "Isn't the Holy Master lying in a golden coffin, when did the other one rule the world? Carefully let others hear that you called him by the wrong name, and everyone here will lose their heads..."

When did you rule the world?

Ji Zheng's forehead twitched violently, and he kept smiling: "If you don't call him a saint, you can't have a world without a master, and the first emperors will all die..."

"Aiya!" Jia Wanshan roared to cover his mouth, "Young Master, speak carefully! Don't die! Even if the dragon's body is slightly ill, the Holy One will lie in the golden couch and control the world, where..." He looked around, Lower your voice, "Where will it crash!"

"I think last year, the whole country's strength in the Huai River entered the long river, or he was the one who overcame the opposition. In recent years, the policy has been close to the people, both soft and hard, and there is no objection if the place is pinched to death. This is the body..." Jia Wanshan relaxed and shook his head. "No way, it's weird."

The two of them spoke again and again, "I think that King Jing suddenly went crazy and led his troops into the palace in the previous year, but he ran out in a mess and crawled out. I heard that when the guards saw the saint again, he had already been arrested. I'm so angry that my legs and feet are sick and I can't stand up anymore, and I'm paralyzed in a golden coffin all day long."

"What kind of coffin, the golden couch is also gold." The thin man frowned, "Everyone in the capital said that King Jing led the mob and was tortured by gouging out his eyes, but I heard that the ordinary people in the capital did not close their houses at all. The people who take to the streets are all the refugees in the Western Desert that Dayan kindly helped.”

"Torture, dare the officials admit that it is torture?" Jia Wanshan sneered at this, "My wife's aunt's aunt's next-door sister's husband-in-law is a servant at the entrance of the palace, and he could see clearly that night, King Jing. When I fell out of the door, my eyes were covered with white cloth, blood flowed like a river, and my eyes were empty..."

"Hey, hard-hearted... break his wings, pull out his fangs, and use it for himself, that's his uncle! No one dares to do it again this time." Jia Wanshan squeezed his throat and laughed strangely, "These two uncles and nephews share the same meaning. To govern a country, one has no eyes and the other has no legs."

Ji Zheng endured the consternation in his heart, his teeth were trembling, "What year is this evening? Tianyuan three years?"

"Why Tianyuan? This year is the seventh year of Tiande..." Jia Wanshan moved closer to the thin man, the two of them kept silent, and looked at Zheng Gongzi with strange eyes.

A gentleman in the capital who can't even figure out the era name? Should not should not.

It was at this time that the servant outside came in and whispered a few words to Jia Wanshan.

He suddenly flushed and drained his tea, "Prince patrolling the canal! Tomorrow the cruise will arrive in Wuzhou, let's go, what are you doing so hard!" Go outside.

Ji Zheng touched the tea cup, and realized that it was empty, he turned to the little healer, "You, say it again, how did I escape... Didn't King Jing write it after he found out that I was hanged to death. Will, ascend the throne as emperor, and then try to hide me in the Yanfu Palace forever, and three days later you secretly replaced me with a badly rotten and smelly corpse?"

"Yes, yes." After compiling the story for three years, the little healer suddenly stuttered.

"No, no." The sage shook his head talking to himself, fell back a few steps, then returned to his senses and rushed home.

The little healer looked at his back, his hands were in the air, he could hardly open his mouth, and he was extremely powerless.

He will always remember that night.

The more Ming Ci turned sideways to make way for them, when he helped the sage to leave from the gate of the temple, the more Ming Ci suddenly went crazy and regretted it, tore Pian Pian's skin, killed red eyes, and rushed over.

The little healer was terrified, thinking that Ming Ci Yue was trying to really murder the Sage.

How could he, a Wensheng, be the opponent of the coach of the three armed forces.

The little healer fell to the side, his eyes widened in horror, watching Ming Ciyue in a mess, desperately crushing the saint with a dazzling face.

He opened his mouth wide, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't squeeze out a scream.

Because he watched helplessly, the saint's uncle with a different surname stripped him naked, and kissed him all over the place, so that a large amount of red appeared under the saint's fair skin. The red scar seemed to be alive, petal by petal, blooming strangely, wandering around the holy body.

The saint slept peacefully and did not resist. They are the last lovers in the world, a perfect fit, entangled in a suffocating suffocation under the spring dome.

The little healer sat in the icy corner, his eyes were splitting, he didn't know how long he had to wait, waiting to see King Jing, like a puppet on a string, taking care of the clothes for the saint one by one and folding them. At the cuffs, he fastened the belt, and finally explained the car, horse and silver tael briefly.

After doing this, he resumed his indifferent smile, stumbled back a few steps, lowered his eyes and admired it, and then left the palace as if he had fled in a hurry.

"Go far, far away, don't let me know the route, so that I can't find the place."

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