The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish - Chapter 64

In March of the seventh year of Tiande, during the Grain Rain season, two grand and magnificent wedding ceremonies were held in the capital at the same time.

One was from Prince Jing of Zhengyue House in the south of the city, and the other was from the royal family in the north of the city.

Which is the royal? Naturally, it is the only master of the huge golden tile city, Yan Hedi’s.

It stands to reason that the wedding of the prince and the emperor is divided by the etiquette of the superior and the inferior. In order to avoid taboos, it must not be held on the same day.

But I don’t know where the Taoist priest came from, and after preaching to the Ministry of Rites, they said that these two people have conflicting characters, and they must welcome their relatives on the same day.

The Ministry of Rites originally insisted on the ancestral etiquette and refused to let go. Later, he thought that this little sage was indeed weak and had to lie down in the palace for two years. The lord suddenly got better after returning from Jiangnan to oversee the dredging of the canal. Immediate recovery, healthy as ever.

After thinking about it, the adults in the middle and up and down suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. They quickly chose the day, and the two big gifts were organized at the same time.

For the sake of the dragon body, I was in a hurry to choose this day, and I was frightened when I chose it, and I informed the two of them first.

After listening to the saint, he said indifferently: I don’t care, just let the uncle relax.

After hearing this, King Jing nodded slightly: The Holy Body is the most important thing, since that’s the case, then the grievance of the Holy Spirit is on.

As soon as the House of Internal Affairs heard it, they were busy at both ends of Zhengyue House and Yanfu Palace.

“The sage and the prince are both recovering from serious illnesses. This big wedding is like a happy wedding.”

“The saints and the princes are married by commoners brought back from the south.”

“Then the prince is also welcoming his relatives. There are no other elders in the sage. Who should I worship when I worship the high hall?”

“This prince is going from south to north, and the sage is going from north to south. Oops… this, it’s like the lord is celebrating the sage.”

A few servants from the Ministry of Internal Affairs suddenly fell silent and lowered their heads. It was the new chief physician of the Tai Hospital who passed by them.

The little healer motioned them to work with his eyes, turned his head, and wept silently in his heart.

Let’s be honest. If you see through it, don’t tell the truth, the royal underpants are about to be cleaned by you.

This sage just lets gossip and rumors float around and doesn’t care.

He got up in the morning on the day of the big wedding, and his red wedding dress was hung on the shelf behind him. Today, he went to get married. Different from getting married, there are two great joys in life. When the bridal chamber is full of candles, and when the gold list is inscribed, Ji Zheng is in a really good mood.

The little maid waited at the door in horror.

“Your Highness, today, His Royal Highness King Jing… something can’t come, do you need minions to serve you and change your clothes?”

The clothes on the little sage have always been taken care of by his uncle. They are suspicious of whether the sage can wear clothes alone.

“No need.”

I saw the door of Yanfu Hall opened, the red robe floated out, and a handsome young man came out from the inside while rolling his cuffs.

No one spoke any more. Their attention was all focused on the young man. Those who dared to look at them didn’t dare to look at them, and those who could see them couldn’t. They all secretly raised their eyes and looked at them for a while.

The young saint is also handsome, a little peacock with a childish arrogance. At this time, the saint’s body is drawn, his eyebrows and eyes are stretched, his temperament is quiet, and his extravagance is inexhaustible, like the king of flowers and the phoenix of birds.

People can’t help but marvel that this person is really born for a high position, even if he doesn’t sit on the throne, he should be above the back.

Snow-skinned red robe, black hair red lips, a frown moved the capital.

“Get up the sedan—!”

The light of the morning broke, and a gilt-carved phoenix chariot started from the gate of the palace, from north to south.

At the same time, a red, black and fierce horse started from the front of Zhengyue Mansion and traveled from south to north.

The entire main road of Chang’an was completely emptied, making a way for the two teams of people from the north and south, one black and one gold two emperors.

No matter how wide the road is, there is only one road. The north and south sides will inevitably meet in the midfield, and there will be silence for a while.

Just as the servants of Zhengyue Mansion were smart and polite and were about to retreat to the side silently, there was a sound from the sedan chair.

“Congratulations to Uncle Huang for winning a beautiful woman and forging a good relationship.”

King Jing nodded: “Also consecrate the sage and the new queen with the same sound, and the qin is good.”

The sage raised the curtain and looked back: “This bride is a suitable room and an IKEA, and she is gentle and kind. Although she is clumsy and does not know how to make soup, she likes to dance with knives and shadows.”

King Jing bowed his head and sighed: “The ministers and sons are not talented, the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are not well understood, and the number of archery books is unsatisfactory.”

The guards, the servants: “…”

All the guards and servants: “What are they comparing, who is more stupid than the lady?”

Yuan Ming: “…”

Yuan Ming: “The husband sings the wife’s accompaniment, and the boudoir is fun. You guys are really good bachelors with your ability.”

Seeing Sheng Shang’s eyebrows raised again, he took a deep breath, “My new queen and I will always be in the same heart, I would like to hold three of them for a year, and my grandchildren will be full of children, and I also wish the uncle an early birth… uuuuuu-!”

The car door was slammed shut behind him.

“Who will give you three hugs for a year?” The man approached, burning with a hot breath.

“New queen.” Ji Zheng blinked.

“Who do you wish to have your son early?”

“Good luck.” He rolled his eyes.

Ji Zheng wrapped around the man’s sturdy waist, touched his skinny belly suggestively, and groped under his ribs, “I’ll give you three chances, if you can’t get pregnant with the dragon seed – oops, uncle, hahahahaha, don’t make trouble. It’s gone!”

Ming Ci was the first to find his itchy flesh.

Ji Zheng’s itchy flesh is really easy to find, and it’s all spread out in a single net.

The more you practice the Ming Ci, the more you know, the more the arrow is on the string. When you are about to do business, you click the wrong switch and trigger it unintentionally.

“Haha, haha… Please, please.”

“Who do you call rude and reckless?”

Ji Zheng held back his tears: “Then who do you think is less than satisfactory?”

“Who do you say can’t make soup?”

Ji Zheng and his final stubbornness: “You, who are you saying that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are incompetent.”

Ming Ci suppressed his smile more and patiently: “Are you acting enough?”

When Ji Zheng heard this, his nature came again.

He was pressed on the soft seat, the corners of his eyes were red, he sneered slyly, and immediately changed his expression, “King Jing…you, you are, robbing a sedan and robbing a wedding car, even if you are dissatisfied with the queen I married, then He is also the one I personally selected, and I am delighted with him!”

The end note was trembling, mixed with a terrified cry, and it sounded almost real.

Ming Ci Yue: …

Well, I’m not happy with me.

Mingci got up slightly and said indifferently: “The sage may not have seen what it means to rob a family car…”

“Give the saint another chance and say once again that you are happy with me.”

…

The two horses in the bridle were suddenly startled by the vibration of the back seat, and they raised their hoofs and snorted.

The entire carriage stand was hit with a local earthquake.

Occasionally, there were exclamations and scoldings in the car.

The attendant of Yanfu Hall clenched the hilt of the sword, and the servant of Zhengyue House took it.

The spirits of both sides are tense, and they are ready to fight.

Yuan Ming: “…”

Yuan Ming: “Relax, relax, it’s all my own.”

He stood between the crowd and the chariots and horses, his small arms stretched out, shaky before the sedan chair.

The voice of the youth came from inside.

“Hahahahaha, um- don’t touch me!”

The guard drew his sword: “Former Governor, is this?”

Yuan Ming: “…The lord is helping the sage tidy up the collar.”

With another crisp snap, the man took a deep breath.

“Hey, Zhengzheng! Don’t move.”

Jiading held the gun: “Former Governor, you have to explain this.”

Yuan Ming: “…The Sage is helping the lord to fasten his belt.”

It was really aggrieved that two adult men with long hands and long legs were squeezed into a car, and then the car creaked in the rolling aftershocks.

All eyes were drawn to the past.

Yuan Ming gave up covering up completely, and was silent for a moment, “I said that the two of them are exchanging skills… Does anyone believe it?”

With the curtains ajar, King Jing probed Yuan Ming to get up the sedan and leave, don’t miss the hour.

They stretched their necks and looked in. The saint’s shirts were neat and buttoned to the top, with only a proud and arrogant side face with some indescribable blushes.

“Haven’t you seen the minister organize the clothes for the saint?” Ming Ci raised his eyebrows more and more, covering everyone’s sight.

They all breathed a sigh of relief, and even with Yuan Ming pressed their chests, “…Fortunately, fortunately, I was wearing clothes.”

The wedding sedan pretended to go around the palace city in a pretentious way, and it was considered to have received the emperor, and it stopped smoothly and returned to the entrance of Yanfu Palace.

Because of the special nature of the Chongxi wedding, the two ceremonies in the north and south declined to honor guests and were held in a low-key manner.

Ming Ci Yue got off the sedan chair and lifted the curtain for him personally. Ji Zheng was tired all the way. At this time, he said lazily, “Didn’t I promise to go to your place to get married?”

The more Mingci did not answer, he smiled and pretended to hold him out.

Ji Zheng pushed it away again: “I’m already as tall as Uncle Huang’s ears. I’m no longer a child. With such long legs, I can’t hold him.”

Ming Ci frowned.

In the next moment, Ji Zheng’s intuition turned around in front of his eyes, his side face leaned against his chest, one hand dragged down the key parts, and curled his five-foot long legs into his arms.

Ji Zheng: …the self-esteem of middle-aged men is really scary.

As long as Ming Ci was present, he would have to pretend to be in a semi-disabled state where he couldn’t move his legs and couldn’t lift his hands.

It’s all to maintain the emperor’s self-esteem, Ji Zheng comforted himself silently.

Without the guidance of the bridesmaids, this ceremony, which was witnessed by only two people, was very casual. However, Ming Ciyue still put a red silk wine cup in his hand with a sense of ceremony, leading him to follow the folk customs.

“Don’t worship, we have neither the king’s law nor the incoherence. Who should we worship? The law of heaven will not allow people like us, and let Uncle Ming see Jiuquanxia and get angry.”

Ji Zheng lay beside his ear and exhaled, “We can proceed directly to the next link.”

Ming Ci glanced at the boy’s drooping and gloomy eyes, frowned, ignored him, and put him on the ground.

“I pray to the heavens and the earth.” He said softly to himself.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes with a resolute expression on his face.

The more Mingci squeezed the back of his neck, like a little chicken, he smiled and bowed down with him.

“Two thanks to the high hall.” They turned around, and the hall was empty.

“Where did we come from?” Ji Zheng rubbed Ming Ciyue’s palm with his cheek, “Uncle Huang has long been my only relative.”

“The minister will resign from the title of the prince and the land that he enjoys, and the Ming family will not pass on this title to be shadowed by this.”

“Mingciyue, what do you mean?” Ji Zheng looked up at him vigilantly.

“My name will be listed on the genealogy together with you, and will be enshrined in the Gaomiao, the later master of Dayan III, the Ming clan in Wuzhou, Huaishui.”

“I will stand side by side under your court, as the right minister, General Feng Xi, as long as you want to see Dayan, I will stay with you Canglang for as long as you want.”

The more Ming Ci rubbed the young man’s face, he said softly, “Since a long time ago, the Holy One has also been my only relative.”

Taking off the robe of a prince, he will no longer be the king of the country under one person, but he has also cut off the last possibility that he can be criticized by future generations. It is the pillar of the sky for Dayan.

“Husband and wife… say goodbye.”

The two of them lowered their heads at the same time, one high and one low, and even their tall and straight waists bent down.

Too close, the two foreheads touched each other with a crisp sound.

Ming Ci didn’t care about supporting himself, and subconsciously helped Ji Zheng to hold his forehead first, “Does it hurt?”

Ji Zheng raised his head slightly, and did not get up for a while, and did not speak.

The next moment, the red silk in his hand was gone, and the wine glass fell apart.

He rushed over, raised his hand and clasped the back of his neck, solemnly and enthusiastically, kissing him from the bottom up, even with the smell of sandalwood on his body, as well as the youth’s unique Chaoxu Qi, all of them went over, stuffed it to him, and went Kiss him, love him, hug him.

No matter how many times he trains, the man’s skills are obviously still better than him, and he easily takes control.

Ji Zheng could feel that the palm that lingered on his face moved down, squeezed it tightly, raised his jaw, and deepened it lazily and leisurely with the posture of a high-ranking person.

He had to raise his head again and again, his Adam’s apple shuddered and touched the air, spending time and love in the lack of oxygen.

He was half suffocated, the corners of his eyes were red, and the teardrops fell into silk threads. Before he could fall, he was pinned on by a rough fingertip, smashed, and scratched across his shivering skin, calling him in the ignorance. pull between.

Several segments of the spine, bowed tightly like a string for a while.

Ji Zheng closed his eyes and heard his lover talking.

“Holy, why can’t you accept this?”

Ji Zheng struggled to bite his lip and closed his eyes.

Yes, no matter how many times I have trained, every day and every time I see my lover, he is very like the first encounter, the reaction is sincere, stiff, green, and raw throbbing.

Ji Zheng himself didn’t know when he was carried to that red rose pear cork imperial case.

It’s just that Ming Ciyue’s arms were on both sides of him, and his feet were suspended in the air, hooking, swaying, pulling the man’s collar and joking with him for a while.

All the papers and scrolls on the table were swept to the ground, the half-dry inkstone was poured out, and several ink flowers were splashed on the back of the white rice paper.

The weight of the two grown men was fully leaning on the mess.

Ji Zheng looked at Ming Ci and looked at the ink pen, his eyes sank, his hand stretched out to the robe, and he secretly cried out in his heart. He even gave a few kisses, and begged for mercy with wet eyelashes.

The safflower pear cork finally couldn’t bear the weight one step ahead of him, and made a sour squeak.

Ming Ci was distracted, put away the trick brush, and smiled, “Do you know why you didn’t go to my mansion to get married today, but want to go back to your Yanfu Palace?”

He leaned on his side, and the desk made a “squeak-” sound.

He bent over deliberately, and the desk made a “Yah-” sound.

“The soft couch given to the minister by the sage is also this high-quality safflower cork.”

He posted it and said lightly, “I’m afraid it is, I can’t bear it.”

Ji Zheng’s mind was buzzing.

He didn’t understand what this “unbearable” meant.

It was Ming Ci that couldn’t stand this reward.

Still can’t stand the bed.

Still he couldn’t stand it.

…

Fortunately, the dragon couch in the apse of the Yanfu Palace has a bottom of jade and gold and stone, and it is very secure to lie on it, and there is nothing that can’t stand it.

In the middle of the night, when Jizheng couldn’t help but run away, she always cried and grabbed the railing made of mahogany.

But when he thought of the shabby squeaking sound, his pale fingertips were swaying in the air, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and stretched back, propped up on the couch, buried in the quilt, and held on.

…

In the sleepless night, the lamp oil burns the fastest, and when the candle wick burns out, the Yanfu Palace slams into darkness, only a little light from the crack of the window is left.

Ji Zheng stuck his head out from the edge of the bed curtain, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sky.

The first morning after the national ceremony was also the first morning after my husband got married.

At three o’clock in the nineteenth hour, he went to court, and there was still less than half an hour. Ming Ci Yue was asleep, and Ji Zheng also admired how he got up.

Possibly, excitement, like kidney deficiency, always comes after excessive exhaustion.

Those two pairs of ankles protruded from under the robe, like cultivating bamboo and like pure lotus, quietly stepped over from Ming Ci Yue’s body, and stood out of the water.

Ming Ci Yue did not open his eyes.

But immediately, the lotus root was badly stumbled and entangled.

It was the five slender and powerful vines that came out of the water, and hooked it softly, trying to bring it back into the mud and sink.

“Sleep a little longer, it’s still early.” Ming Ci closed his eyes more, hooked his fingers, and said hoarsely.

No wonder the king didn’t go to court early, it really wasn’t the king’s fault.

The king is innocent, the king is pitiful, the king wants to get up, the king is forced…

Ji Zheng was not firm in his will and lay back softly, and the moment he touched the couch, he stared and bounced again.

“No, you can’t be late today, today is the canonization ceremony of the queen.”

The protagonist of the canonization ceremony smiled again, “It’s okay to be holy, the morning and the later have been postponed to 7:00 o’clock in the morning, and an emergency night performance will be added. If there is something, it is too late.”

“Oh…”

Ji Zheng fluttered softly back again, unwillingly, and the moment he touched the couch, he suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

He had an ominous premonition.

“The time when you persuaded the officials to adjust? Was it specially made for me?”

“How do you know that I don’t like…”

Ji Zheng subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

The sense of panic that was seen through by Ming Ci Yue at a glance re-emerged.

Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, but the only thing that responded to him was the steady breathing on the other side.

Not to, not to…

It should be that Ming Ci Yue himself couldn’t get up early after marriage, just wanted to stay in bed.

He comforted himself and fell back to sleep. After half an hour, he slept better than the whole night.

After a while, Ji Zheng was woken up in a dream by the custard on the side of the pillow.

In front of me, the dreamy snail girl.

Ming Ciyue was wearing a single shirt and sat by the side of the bed. The spoonful of golden and moist salty egg custard seemed to shine with holy light in the dimness, and even his surroundings were shrouded in a golden circle of Buddha light.

The air is full of the hot fragrance of sesame oil and fireworks, and the sweet smell of steam water.

Ji Zheng was lying on the side of the bed, staring blankly at Ming Ci Yue blowing, blowing, the egg custard in the spoon bounced and shook.

Just as he saw that the temperature was suitable, he opened his mouth slightly, secretly saying that the uncle was caring, Ming Ciyue also opened his mouth and brought Shao closer—

Ji Zheng hurriedly closed his mouth, wiped the corners of his lips, and coughed lightly with a stern face.

Ming Ci Yue swallowed the egg custard and turned back slowly: “Is the saint awake?”

Ji Zheng glanced at the bottom of the bowl and nodded.

Mingci laughed more and more, “Then I’ll trouble the saint to accompany the ministers to eat.” He didn’t deliberately greedy him, you and I scraped the bottom of the bowl clean after a while.

Ji Zheng patted his stomach contentedly: “Yes, the breakfast on the first day after marriage is unique.”

Mingci glanced at him more and said faintly: “Actually, it’s not a morning meal, it’s just to add a meal to the sage’s morning, and Qinzheng can’t go hungry.”

It was just a snack?

Ji Zheng: ? ? ? Did you know again?

Ming Ci Yue packed up the tray and left, leaving Ji Zheng alone in the wind.

After lunch, the time has come.

After a few minutes, the two of them cleaned up each other. One was in a black robe and the other in a yellow robe. They walked in from the main entrance of the Qianying Hall with their hands behind.

The civil and military of the whole dynasty are side by side, bowing their heads and bowing their hands, no matter how dissatisfied they are in their hearts, after two years, they have lowered their eyebrows at this time. This is the way to survive to preserve Dayan’s strength.

Moreover, one mysterious and one gold, one warm and one noble, all have elegant sleeves, absolutely gorgeous and unpretentious, and stand side by side very seductively.

Just as they were in a trance, Jinpao paused for half a step and tugged at Xuanpao quietly.

Xuanpao: “What’s wrong?”

Jinpao: “I think this dragon chair is a little strange…”

Xuanpao: “Is there? I’ve never sat before, so it’s the same.”

Jinpao: “I’m looking… why is there a piece on top, cushion? Cushion!”

Good guy, finally someone on his cold hard gold bench will give him a cushion.

Ji Zheng sat on it, tears welling up in his eyes, his eyes adored.

The more Mingci met his gaze, he smiled gently, “The Holy One is sitting on the cushion… will it still hurt?”

Ji Zheng’s smile turned petrified and slowly recalled.

[“The dragon chair is so awkward, butt. Buttocks hurts, who will come to the rescue!”

“When do I get off work, the air is so quiet, no one hears my stomach growl…”

“The hat is so heavy, the neck is about to break, when will the prince usurp the throne, I can’t hold it anymore!”]

Ji Zheng: …No way.

Ji Zheng: “You, at that time, can you hear it?”

He was still holding on to the slightest hope, but he saw the short man approaching him.

Ming Ci whispered in a whisper: “I am late for the rescue.”

Ji Zheng: …

The canonization ceremony ended quickly. As soon as it was over, the court filed out, and no one wanted to find fault with the two big weddings the day before.

“Uncle Huang.” The young man’s voice sounded dull.

“You, do you hear my stomach growl every time you go to court?”

Ming Ci turned his head back, and saw the child leaning against the back of the chair, his head drooping, obviously still sulking.

“No.” Ming Ci fell to his knees halfway down, “No one knows except the minister.”

He hooked the young man’s face and sighed with a smile: “This minister is also fortunate in three lives, so he has to listen to the Sacred Heart.”

“Is it still sinking?”

Half-jokingly, he moved to support the sage on his cheeks, supported his head, and supported the big hat with twelve gold and jade beads.

The sage was aggrieved, looked up at him, and nodded fiercely.

“I won’t wear it after that.”

The more the clear words are thrown away.

According to the legend of San Shizhen, Dayan’s only crown and crown just drew a big arc in the air and landed on the golden dragon head on the back of the dragon chair.

The imperial robe fluttered, and the two were entangled together in the depths of the dragon chair…

The author has something to say: This time is really over, thank you very much!

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