The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 17:

An inconspicuous little **** came over to salute lightly, put away the plate, turned and disappeared in the shadow behind Yang Si.

Yang Si was still on all fours, trembling like a sieve, and he couldn't turn his head at all.

There was someone just now, and with the emperor's "arrogant" kick, he stomped into his knee socket with such force that he was not polite to him, and almost broke his hamstring.

The emperor seemed to be startled by his slippery kneeling, and after a while, he said, "...What do you want to explain yourself?"

There was still uncertainty in his voice.

After all, the emperor was just a young boy, a **** chosen by the empress dowager, and Yang Si was the empress dowager's own family. .

He has been running rampant for so long that he has forgotten the name of the dragon chair.

Evil and courage were born, and I don't know where the courage came from. Yang Si gritted his teeth and slammed the ground with force, "I'm going..."

At the moment of jumping up, he clearly saw the little emperor shrink back, and there was timidity in his eyes.

However, in the next instant, something silently hit his Achilles tendon, and before he felt any pain, his entire leg lost consciousness, only a silent whimper that was swallowed into his throat.

The emperor frowned: "What are you going to do?"

Yang Si gasped in pain: "Last year, I bought a few acres of land in the suburbs of Beijing in the name of Duke Xiangguo, and renamed the village Yangjia Village."

The emperor seemed still not satisfied, "Head up."

Yang Si lowered her head and was full of cold sweat. But immediately his hair was pulled back fiercely, forcing him to raise his head in trembling.

His eyes fell on the porcelain doll-like face, and then he slowly patrolled the back of the emperor, half of his face vaguely hidden in the shadow of black hair.

Ming Ciyue doesn't have a high sense of existence, and he still has his usual low eyebrows and a smile on the corner of his mouth. But his distance has obviously exceeded the limit set by the etiquette.

He leaned over the emperor's ear and said something, and the emperor's small face tightened, holding back a laugh, and scolded him in a low voice.

The two came back and forth, seemingly from the saints admonishing the ministers, and fell into the eyes of the caring people, but they were like a pair of pond birds sleeping with their necks crossed.

Ming Ciyue's eyes were gently trapped in the darkness from beginning to end, following the emperor's frown and frown openly.

Relying on the emperor can't notice.

That gaze, fiery, naked, and tasted, almost possessed.

Yang Si was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a gaze before. It was like a wealthy child who had gone bankrupt in the capital building to pursue a daughter and treasure, and his gaze was not even one-tenth of this.

He seemed to be wrong just now. It wasn't what the emperor did to Prince Jing, maybe it should be... What did Prince Jing do to the emperor?

Yang Si secretly rolled her eyes and peeped for too long, and the more Ming Ci was finally willing to notice him, those long and slightly raised eyes slowly scanned over and stopped on him.

The laughter disappeared instantly, and the depths of Ming Ciyue's eyes instantly formed heavy ice, full of condescending, indescribable disgust and disgust for some stinky things.