The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 39
Ji Zheng and Ming Ci were just tidying up and planning to leave this place, but suddenly heard the voice of Marquis of Wu’an from a distance, and slowly approached, “Cong Yun, have you found the saint?”
Ji Zheng turned his head to look behind the stone, and as he had guessed, Gu Congyun was indeed hiding there.
“That group of people just now, I don’t know if they have seen King Jing and were instructed by him.” The Marquis of Wu’an paused, his voice lowered, full of alertness, “Is King Jing also here, with the sage? ?”
If you want to add a crime, why bother?
Ji Zheng silently clenched Ming Ciyue’s sleeve, but Mingci patted him on the back in relief, without letting go of his own intention to leave at all, and took him to the direction of the Marquis of Wu’an.
This is a long snowy field, and it is impossible to escape. If they want to leave, they have to ride a horse.
“Not here.” Gu Congyun’s voice was a clear and stern voice that is unique to young people, without any hesitation, “Not here, only the Sage.”
“Huh? Not here?”
Ming Ciyue and Ji Zheng were also a little surprised when they heard the words.
Gu Congyun took a step ahead of the Marquis of Wu’an, and quickly led the horse to the back of the stone. He handed over the reins with one hand, and stretched out the other to ask for someone, as if to complete a deal, tilted his head to look at Ming Ci and smiled.
Ming Ci Yue didn’t say a word, ignored the smile, and just stopped in place.
On the other hand, Ji Zheng was in a hurry first, and the protagonist was rescued. He pushed Mingci more, and he took the initiative to move towards Gu Congyun’s direction. Just when he touched the tip of Gu Congyun’s finger, he saw Mingci’s face darkened, and he turned around and pulled him around Gu Congyun. To face the Marquis of Wu’an.
Unexpectedly, the child Gu Congyun was so angry that he hooked Ji Zheng’s little finger all of a sudden and refused to let go.
Ji Zheng was caught between the two, and was pulled over and pulled over.
With a long sigh, he grabbed Ming Ciyue’s hands, ten fingers that were pale with cold, held each of them one by one, warmed them in his palms, and then looked up at him with wet eyes.
Anxiety in my heart, is it alright, uncle?
It was only then that Ming Ciyue was finally willing to accept the softness, put him down on the ground, wrapped his hands tightly in his cotton sleeves, and reluctantly allowed Gu Congyun to help him. He got on his horse and was about to leave, and he reined in the reins, leaned down, looked at him intently, and touched his neck meaningfully.
Gu Congyun won’t know, only Ji Zheng knows the “Yu Xi Yin” branded there.
Fortunately, his face was already red from drunkenness, and no matter how red he was, he couldn’t tell the difference. Ji Zheng bowed his head in shame, whipped the horse for him, and finally drove Ming Ciyue away.
As soon as Ming Ci Yue left, the Marquis of Wu An quickly circled behind the stone.
Seeing the drunken and embarrassed emperor, the Marquis of Wu’an was a little surprised, thinking that Ji Zheng was already drunk and unconscious, so he asked Gu Congyun without hesitation, “You really didn’t see Ming Ciyue?”
Gu Congyun didn’t speak, as if he was thinking about something hesitating.
Ji Zheng was so anxious that he had to pinch him in his sleeve, only then did he see him bowing his head and smiling contentedly at himself, and replied, “Indeed, no, the Holy One told me when he was awake, the more Ming Ci couldn’t bear to see his old subordinate, Put him here and go back first.”
“Huh? Mingci is more willing to take the initiative to leave the emperor? It’s rare…” The Marquis of Wu’an approached and took Ji Zheng again, frowning suspiciously, “How could the saint spit up milk? The empress dowager should be blamed again.” , “Why does the sage want to drink it, how can I not know if I can drink it or not…”
Gu Congyun took the initiative to explain to him: “It should be the reaction after being drunk.”
Ji Zheng was fully awake at this time, seeing Marquis Wu’an’s extremely cunning face, he was not angry at all.
The Marquis of Wu’an didn’t stand still, was kicked down in the snow, and ate two mouthfuls of snow. He has been in the military for half his life, and has a high position. Both the Empress Dowager and the late emperor had to make him a little bit thin. How could he have suffered such grievances? Raised his hand.
Ji Zheng hummed, “Good, you Marquis of Wu’an, carry me… return my Yucheng Villa!”
Gu Congyun held back his smile and said, “Father, this is the Holy One, not someone else.”
The Marquis of Wu’an instantly put out the fire, and only glanced at Gu Congyun sullenly, “Your Majesty’s spare time is boring, you should stay with the Holy Spirit for a few more days when you enter the palace, don’t forget.”
Already drunk like this, let alone visiting the racecourse and the Peking University camp, Ji Zheng has no reason to stay outside the palace any longer. With a gloomy face, the Marquis of Wu’an escorted him back to the capital without stopping, and entered the palace directly.
As soon as he arrived at Yanfu Hall, the Marquis of Wuan immediately asked to retire, and went to the Empress Dowager with a mighty army to return to his orders. As soon as the door was closed, it was the deserted and incomparably large palace of the emperor.
After going out of the palace and seeing Dabieye, who will retire to live in the future, Ji Zheng doesn’t like his empty bedroom more and more. The incense is still the incense of someone else’s house, and besides, Zheng Yue’s house still has a clear speech.
When he thought of Ming Ciyue, Ji Zheng’s face was hot again. The matter was too sudden, and he hadn’t realized what Ming Ciyue’s words actually meant… Those falling on his fingertips, the hot temperature on his forehead, at night The entanglement, kneeling for him like a sacrifice, swallowing…
From then on, when there is no one, they are no longer monarchs and ministers, no longer uncles and nephews…
“Your Highness.” Gu Congyun’s voice interrupted his reverie, and he almost forgot that this brat followed the palace.
“What are you doing!” Ji Zheng shouted viciously on purpose, “I put straw mats for you outside, and you also sleep in the outer hall to watch the night for me, don’t come in, don’t fall asleep, I have to call you when I wake up at night! ”
“Ming Ciyue is sleeping here to watch the night for you?” Gu Congyun laughed suddenly, “Then he really is a gentleman, a gentleman Duanfang.”
Gu Congyun stepped into the inner hall, and regardless of Ji Zheng’s struggle, dragged him to the position of the straw mat, “Lord, take a look, look at your good gentleman.”
Ji Zheng scolded him a few words, and he followed the direction of his fingers. From the position of the straw mat, it happened to be the angle between the gap formed by the screen curtain. Don’t worry about it, you can just see the inside of the dragon couch. If the wind happened to pass by and the curtain was gently rolled up, every move of the person lying flat inside would be unobstructed.
Spring is full of curtains that cannot be closed.
Ji Zheng coughed a few times and scolded: “Don’t use your villain’s heart to treat a gentleman’s belly. The more you turn your back to me, you are watching the night to protect me. You don’t look like you, your brain is full of color waste!”
Gu Congyun’s face was full of sarcasm, “Why are you so sure? You can’t hear what he was thinking, what he was thinking about in those hard nights, and what he was looking at when he stood here. .”
Gu Congyun approached step by step, pulling up a strand of his black hair, and the faster he spoke, the more ruthless his voice became: “He will watch the night for you to protect you? I am afraid that the one he must be on guard against the most is himself, and he must always restrain himself. Desires, suppressing instincts, and warning myself that I can only watch from a distance and not eat. I don’t want to go in at night all the time, and when the saint is tossing and turning on the dragon couch to sleep, he will deceive himself and suppress him…”
“Or, how do you know that he hasn’t slipped in before, sitting by the bed and watching you in the moonlight, doing things secretly without leaving a trace, and calling you the next day, Lord, Lord, you slept well last night… ”
“Presumptuous!” A crisp sound echoed in the empty hall, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.
Ji Zheng slammed it down, without retaining any strength. He was out of breath, his chest heaving up and down.
This slap made both of them stunned for a while. After a long while, Ji Zheng retracted his hand and said in a cold voice, “Pay attention to what the palace is saying, I can’t protect you with such arrogance.”
Gu Congyun lowered his head and was silent for a while. When Ji Zheng thought he was going to get angry at last, he only heard a small voice, “Don’t be angry with me…”
Gu Congyun secretly came to hold his hand and wanted to hook his fingers as he did during the day, “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have told you so much, I just hate the kind of person who dares to act and dare not say anything, at least I’m being honest with you. , I will admit what I think and do.”
Ji Zheng snorted and shook off his hand with some guilty conscience.
Ming Ci Yue, will not be that kind of person.
Ji Zheng raised his hand and touched his lips, knowing in his heart that the more opportunities Ye Mingci had to attack him, but what did he do? Did nothing…even let himself use him to vent his fire.
Ming Ci will not be that kind of person, no.
Seeing him turn his back, Gu Congyun turned around to tease him, pulling his sleeves and scratching his ribs. He had no air and no temper. He was completely different from Tian Tian. Ji Zheng knew his juvenile temperament, that’s it, he laughed when he was happy, and made trouble when he was unhappy.
“Your Highness.” It was the little doctor who brought Chang Qing and came in through the back door to look for him. Ji Zheng then remembered that he still had business to do, and hurriedly sent Gu Congyun out of the door.
“Then I really went out. I’ll keep watch for you outside. The more Mingci is not there, you can call me like you call him. It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.” Gu Congyun touched the tip of his nose, very well-behaved, a little reluctant to give up He moved towards the door, and eagerly turned back and added, “I’m waiting for the saint to call me in!”
Ji Zheng really didn’t know what to do with the protagonist Shou, so he just waved his hand to him. He didn’t even consider that it was still freezing cold outside, so he was in a hurry to drive him out.
After waiting for Gu Congyun to close the door, he hurriedly handed over the baby deer that had been sent to the palace together to the little doctor to take care of it, explaining that the deer had accidentally ingested some poison and started to go into heat, so he must find out the medicine.
Ji Zheng omitted the fact that he also took the same drug. He didn’t want to sit still anymore, this time he just wanted to picket to the end. If it was really Gu Cong’s medicine, he would have important evidence in his hands.
“Your Highness.” The little healer had to interrupt his arrangement, and said, “The white feather bird… suddenly disappeared.”
“It’s gone?” Ji Zheng blinked, and it took a long while to react, and the corner of his mouth slowly slid down.
The more Mingci left, the bird with him disappeared.
He was irritable and paced back and forth in place, “What is a bird!”
“But that’s right, that’s the bird that King Jing left you.” The little doctor’s shoulder twitched, “I know that the sage actually likes King Jing’s bird very much. It’s all my fault…”
“Who said I like King Jing’s bird?”
The little healer asked him, “Don’t the Sage like King Jing’s bird?”
Ji Zheng: …
He had to take the initiative to pick up the topic, turned his head and told Chang Qing about the garment industry chain in the capital, and now he got unexpected good news. It turned out that in just a few days, with Gu Congyun’s delivery of goods that day, clothes with similar fabric patterns were sold out of stock at once. Once the sales were opened, more stores could be completed.
Chang Qing knew that the emperor was not just selling clothes for the sake of making money, but also told Ji Zheng a bigger thing. When the servants of the Marquis of Wu’an purchased a large number of slaves’ clothes, they defaulted on their bills, quarreled and quarreled, and even blurted out that the emperor could not find out. his account book.
“A large number of slave clothes? The emperor can’t find his account book?” Ji Zheng repeated several times, “It’s the account book.”
Not expecting to get useful news so quickly, Ji Zheng was a little overjoyed, and talked to Chang Qing about how the store should be arranged next, how to control the sales of clothing products, and keep a record of the list of dignitaries who often haunt the brothel.
“Holy, he will be a powerful sage.” Chang Qing gradually understood Ji Zheng’s purpose, her eyes became more and more reverent, and she couldn’t help but praise her sincerely.
Ji Zheng smiled bitterly. He did so much to pave the way for the unsatisfactory protagonist, but the protagonist still doesn’t appreciate it and doesn’t understand his painstaking efforts.
The two of them were discussing here, when the voice of the Empress Dowager suddenly came from outside the house, “Is King Jing in the palace?”
Ji Zheng hurriedly wanted to collect the drawings, but saw Gu Congyun’s figure blocking the door for him, “Back to the Empress Dowager, King Jing has settled down in Zheng Yue’s mansion outside the palace, and there is only the sage in the palace, who has already fallen asleep. already.”
When the Empress Dowager saw that it was Gu Congyun, her voice softened, “Go to sleep, then you can find a warm place to guard, stay with the Holy Master more, and the Aijia will not disturb you if you are at ease.”
Ji Zheng suddenly discovered that as long as Gu Congyun was happy, he could be a very useful shield, and it was indeed worth his stay.
It was just that all night, he never thought of recruiting Gu Congyun into the hall. Without his order, Gu Congyun did not break into the hall all night.
Ji Zheng tossed and turned on the bed with his clothes on, and stayed up all night. He stared silently at the curtain, whether it was possible that the straw mat was placed. Before he knew it, the uncle also stared at him silently.
The next morning there was a classic feast and morning class. This time, there was no disease or pain, and there was no reason to hide. No matter how to hide, Ji Zheng simply kicked a carp from the bed, and he was too lazy to change his clothes.
Gu Congyun, as a companion, also appeared in the imperial study pavilion with several bookboys carrying bookcases. It was also sleepless all night. This man’s blue robe spread out like petals behind him, without any folds, and his upper body was sitting straight on the ground, like a green pine rising from the ground, facing the Taifu far away.
From a distance, the outlines of Zhenzhen and Mingciyue are 70% similar.
Ji Zheng knelt down and sat aside, frowning, and had to admit that the protagonist Shouzheng really gave birth to a good skin.
Such a beautiful person, why did he open his mouth?
Seeing him coming, Gu Congyun instantly broke down and shouted aggrievedly: “I waited all night last night, why didn’t I announce that I was going to bed?”
Ji Zheng: …
Taifu’s face darkened: “Gu Gongzi made a blunder, the sage can only declare that the concubines and concubines of the harem are serving in the bed, but not you.”
Gu Congyun was dissatisfied: “What if the sage likes men?”
The Taifu closed his eyes and shook his head: “Then you have to follow the etiquette rules and enter the palace as a concubine before you can serve the bed. Master Gu, you can’t be willing to enter the palace as a concubine…”
“If I can’t, then why shouldn’t he be a dignified prince…”
Ji Zheng immediately covered his mouth and said fiercely, “Don’t be rude at the banquet.”
The Taifu saw that the temperaments of these two people seemed to be reversed today. Gu Congyun was the number one article in the whole capital that he hand-picked. It was rare for him to be rude in the lecture hall, and it was rare for the word “rude” to appear in the mouth of the emperor. , rude, then the little emperor knows what ritual is.
He shook his head again, and started today’s sermon indifferently.
The former director is playful and playful. He is getting older and the emperor has not done much homework at all. The morning class specially designed for him needs to be taught from the four books and five classics that the ancients must learn when reading. Worrying, as if returning to the classroom of the previous life, without listening to a word, I began to lose my mind.
Involuntarily, he sketched the profile of a human figure. When he returned to his senses, the portrait had already taken shape, and he couldn’t tell who it was, even Ji Zheng himself didn’t know.
A nib stole from the side, adding two strokes to the lips of his portrait. Looking at it again, Ji Zheng was delighted, these two strokes are literally the soul, and the portrait is very like the old pedant who spittles in front of them.
He looked sideways at Gu Congyun, Gu Congyun was sitting upright without looking sideways, and he could not stop drawing villains. Ji Zheng’s eyes changed slightly, and he understood and appreciated him a little more. Based on the principle of courtesy and exchanges, he said in a loud voice, “What are you painting?”
Gu Congyun suddenly restrained his smile, covered the book tightly with his arms, coughed a few times, and pretended to concentrate on listening to the lecture.
It’s just that the roots behind the ears are a lot of red.
Ji Zheng sighed, who else could the protagonist be painted, besides the protagonist Gong.
He also sat upright and passed a small note to Gu Congyun, writing, “Do you think it’s this person?”
Gu Congyun suddenly turned redder behind his ears, secretly glanced at the portrait in his arms, raised his head and glanced at him secretly, and replied decisively on the note, “I’m sure, I want this person.”
“What’s so good about this man?”
Gu Congyun scratched his neck and wrote, “Anywhere is fine.”
Ji Zheng looked at his cherished look, and couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, no matter how Gu Congyun was, he was still just a young man like a blank sheet of paper.
After a long while, the note was passed over again, “Let’s discuss, whether it’s okay to cancel the matter for half a month, only you know about my affairs, don’t tell Mingci the better.”
Gu Congyun received the note, his expression seemed to loosen a bit, and then he became tense, and wrote in a very principled manner, “No, half a month is the bottom line.”
He wanted to continue writing: “I want you to see, Toru, Jing…” Before he finished writing, the emperor exclaimed in a low voice, “It’s a bird.”
A bird with snow-white feathers fluttered outside the window, standing between the cracks of the window, turning back and pecking at the feathers. Gu Congyun carried a bird-shooting slingshot with him, and immediately filled it with the bird. The Son of Heaven likes this bird, so he must lay it down for the Son of Heaven.
But the emperor was afraid of the slingshot, glared at him, carefully blocked the middle, blocked the bird, and carefully stretched his palm over, letting the bird jump into his palm.
“I dare to hit my bird with a slingshot in the palace again!”
Gu Congyun was very aggrieved, surprised and aggrieved, his face wrinkled.
It was at this time that Tai Fu couldn’t bear it any longer: “Have Young Master Gu and the Sage finished the classic chapters arranged last time?”
Um? What is set up? It was left to Ji Chaoming, how could Ji Zheng be able to complete it!
Why do you have to hand in your homework when you become an emperor? ! Ji Zheng raised his head slowly, and met the hand that was standing in front of him, trying to embarrass him.
The next moment, in broad daylight, right under the eyes of the Tai Fu, a volume of documents was handed over to Ji Zheng’s desk in a grand manner. Gu Congyun’s place was clean and empty, and he smiled at the Tai Fu very calmly. , “Students are dull and fail to finish.”
Taifu didn’t see it, but if he saw it, he had to pretend he didn’t see it. Who would dare to scold the fickle little emperor in person.
He took a few steps down, and the punishment was given to Gu Congyun. He was so angry that he slapped all his feet on his desk. He wanted the sage to stay awake even if he was watching the punishment.
Gu Congyun didn’t care, he was trained for the emperor, and he was happy. He couldn’t help looking sideways at the little emperor, wanting to be moved by the emperor’s eyes, affirmation.
But the emperor kept his head down from the beginning to the end, and refused to give him the slightest attention, and kept playing with the white-feathered bird in his hand.
He froze suddenly, lowered his eyes slowly, and clenched the portrait he just drew into a ball of waste paper.
Sometimes he feels that this saint treats him very differently. He clearly understands him, understands him, and approaches him, but after leaving him tender, he immediately pushes him away, hates him, and throws him away.
I am afraid that all those who ascend to the Holy Throne in the world are all moody and changeable.
No matter how hard he thinks and tries his best towards the saint, even if he does as well as the clear words, he will never become the special one.
Bai Lingniao was carrying the letter between her legs and jumped up and down in front of Ji Zheng’s legs. He opened it in his sleeve and read it carefully. Uncle Huang’s handwriting was vigorous and his language was refined. He was all reporting on the Gu family matters found outside the palace, as well as the expansion of the ready-to-wear shop.
“…The Holy One should be more careful in the palace. Ming.”
It’s gone, it’s gone? !
Ji Zheng didn’t give up and turned the paper over, wishing he could set it on fire to see it. After Xue Di talked so much, they parted immediately. Finally, a letter came. It was official business, and he didn’t mention anything about him from beginning to end.
But Ming Ci Yue is not such a person, but the snow that day was like a spring nightmare for him.
Really gone, Uncle Huang has nothing to say to him…
Ji Zheng endured the disappointment in his heart, and a little rudely picked up the bird’s feet of the white feather bird, trembling to see if he could drop more letters.
The bird gave a frightened chirp, and picked up a white ribbon.
It was the tape attached to the outside of the letter, which I hadn’t noticed before, but now I picked it up and took a closer look, it was very familiar.
Ji Zheng’s fingertips trembled slightly, and he touched his fingertips from beginning to end, sniffing the fingertips. In this era, the scented saponin is extremely precious, but the scent is very similar to the piece in his bath.
It was the strap that Japan tied in Ming Ci Yue’s eyes, and Ji Zheng woke up.
Ming Ci Yue actually still kept this strap, an ordinary strap that was torn from his clothes to cover his eyes.
Ji Zheng turned it over and suddenly found a line of ink-colored writing on the bottom corner of the snow-white cloth tape.
Concise, capable, commanding tone.
Tie in… where? Ji Zheng blushed suddenly.
The author has something to say: the little emperor: (little face and huang)
Gu Congyun: After all, it was a wrong payment.
This chapter is about Young Master Gu, and the next chapter is about Uncle Gu.
I wish everyone a happy Double Eleven hahaha, and I also wish San Gongzi a happy Double Eleven. After all, the little emperor and his uncle don’t have to celebrate.