The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 26:

Ji Zheng's entire cheek was slightly hot, and he was completely awakened from the drowsiness just now, and he was a little confused as if he was caught in a nightmare.

He abruptly sat upright on the dragon chair, clenching the armrests with both hands, like a blown-up cat, slightly bowed his back and pressed against the back of the chair.

The clear words in the dream are more, gloomy, dangerous, and condescending. The real uncle, gentle and reliable, looked up at him.

But now the two are gradually becoming one.

The Ming Ci that Chuan Shu has seen these days is always dressed in black armor, so low-key that it can't be more low-key, as if a shadow is closely behind him, without the slightest bit of the protagonist's style. Ji Zheng let him hold him, let him wait on him, let him protect him, and sometimes he almost forgot that he was only a temporary substitute on the throne.

But now that Mingci really changed into the thorn python court clothes, and approached step by step, Ji Zheng suddenly thought of the day in the book that he was forced to abdicate, and the same was true, and he was suppressed.

It's not that he is unwilling to abdicate, it's more just an instinctual crisis of being grabbed by the neck.

Ming Ci Yue's brows were lowered, and he looked straight at him without concealment.

This person himself has never lacked the appearance and temperament that the protagonist should have.

What is he looking at? When you look at the throne, you must be looking at the throne, you can only look at the throne...

"Your Highness, Your Highness?" Li Ruhai bowed and called to him, "It's time to pick up the sword."

Ji Zheng suddenly returned to his senses, and Li Ruhai handed him a long white jade sword.

The hilt of the sword was facing him, and the tip of the sword was facing down the steps.

What is this to do, cut off the rebellion, kill... kill?

"This sword... I can't do it!" Ji Zheng swallowed his saliva, and as soon as he twisted the hilt, he shrank his hand, the sword hit his wrist bone with a muffled sound, and fell back heavily, thanks to Li Ruhai's hand. Pad at the bottom.

The people below were a little surprised, their eyes all converged, and there were even those who were standing in a remote corner talking quietly.

"After all, the Holy One doesn't want to give this white jade sword."

"It's not his own uncle, he must be born."

"King Jing is talented again. After all, his original surname is Ming, and he can't enter the ancestral hall. It's a pity..."

"It is said that the sage only used him as a guard on weekdays, but that day he suddenly wanted to give him a white jade crown, and even ridiculed him in front of Xi Mo's background and his ambitions."

The more Mingci looked up at the young emperor in the high position, he immediately understood the loss of his calmness. The red mark on his cheek has not disappeared, and the end of his eyes is red, full of ignorance just woken up.

He didn't listen to the turbulent rumors below, he hooked his lips a little helplessly, and opened his mouth slightly, "Sword, give sword."

Ji Zheng: ... sleepy.

It turned out to be the gift of the sword, Ji Zheng made up his mind and recalled that it was still his own idea. The promised white jade crown could not be given, but the promise of the emperor could not be taken back, so he used this white jade sword as a replacement.