The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 22:

The front door was full of celebratory cheers, and Ming Ciyue turned in from the back window of the happy tent.

Although he gave Tianzi a medicine that could stun Li Ying, he was vaguely afraid that according to Tianzi's temperament, he would not use it.

After all, not everyone is like him, dark, dirty, invisible and unscrupulous.

He also carried a longbow in his hand, and lightly walked around among the countless soft yarns in the wedding tent. The wedding candles for the newlyweds stung his eyes.

Ming Ci frowned more and more and turned his head away.

He suddenly heard Ji Zheng's heartbeat, and since that day's communication with Si Tianjian Jianzheng, he has extremely restrained himself not to look directly at the emperor, not to listen to his heartbeat, and not to be disturbed by that heartbeat.

At this moment, the heartbeat was getting louder and louder.

Ming Ci Yue suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he couldn't care less, and quickly looked for the voice to find it.

The happy bed was right in front of him, and across the mansa, a figure with his back turned to him stood beside the bed and leaned over the other, groping around unruly with his hands.

In an instant, Ming Ci became more blank in his mind, his murderous intention was fierce, the blue veins on his forearm burst out, and he drew his longbow directly, aiming at the head beside the bed.

What foreign diplomacy, what Prince Ximo, he can't care about anything, and this is the prisoner in the palm of his hand who can easily kill him with one arrow.

"Uncle Huang?" The figure turned around, a little surprised, lowered his voice and waved at him.

Ji Zheng grinned viciously, "I leave some traces for Concubine Ying."

Ming Ci Yue: ...

Ji Zheng had already removed half of Li Ying's clothes, leaving a mess of red and ambiguous marks on his shoulders, collarbone, and even his snow-white legs.

While pinching, he whispered, "Let you think of me again!"

Ji Zheng was not satisfied after pinching it, so he took a few steps back to admire the masterpiece, and stepped forward again to bend Li Ying's legs apart, so that when he woke up the next day, this person would feel that his legs were sore and hard to walk.

The clearer the speech, the more dumbfounded, "Your Highness, this is..."

"People like Li Ying have been restless for too long, and I don't know what conspiracy is with Xi Mo. Since he wants something to happen, if I don't satisfy him, I will be bothered by him in the future." Ji Zheng looked back and saw Ming Ci Yue's surprised expression suddenly became embarrassed, how could a gentleman like Duan Fang Ruyu see such a colorful scene.

"Don't look at it." Ji Zheng covered his eyes with his hand and muttered softly, "You must not understand..."

Ming Ciyue's eyes were extremely obscure and incomprehensible, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he hesitated, "No, Your Majesty, this trace..." According to his inference of Li Ying's identity on the couch, this trace must not be doing so...

Ji Zheng frowned: "What's wrong with the traces? You have no experience, what do you know?"

"Yes." Ming Ciyue's eyes were fixed on the exposed white back of the emperor's neck, and he said softly, "I don't understand, thank you for your teaching."

After a while, his hand stretched out and lightly covered Ji Zheng's eyes, "If you don't look at it, don't look at the sage, it's dirty."

In the place where the little emperor couldn't see, Ming Ciyue's face turned cold, and he glanced down at the bed. After a while, he "accidentally" overturned the kumiss beside him with his sleeves, and the milky white liquid dripped on the quilt. During the time, there were quite a few splashes on the sleeves of the two of them.