The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 36:

"Your Majesty, I have a way to help you stop... stop breastfeeding." Ming Ciyue's Adam's apple slipped slightly and looked away.

Ji Zheng was unable to utter a single word due to the milky smell in his throat, and glared at him with tears in his eyes, urging him to hurry up.

Ming Ciyue still carried him and turned on his horse.

Ji Zheng coughed even harder when the horse backed up, and the uncontrollable nausea surged up. The more he suppressed it deliberately, the more milk he choked out.

He didn't want to be so embarrassed and embarrassed in front of Ming Ciyue, but Ming Ciyue was the only person present who could help him.

Behind them, Marquis of Wu'an's hooves chased closer and closer, "What's the matter with the sage?"

Ji Zheng opened his mouth in vain, unable to speak at all.

Ming Ci Yue's eyes darkened, and while urging the horse to gallop forward, he took advantage of the big cloak to hold the emperor's hand, and took him to slam the whip to the ground!

A whole piece of snow dust rose up. The sound of hooves behind him paused for a while, and the more Mingci reluctantly took him away.

"It doesn't matter, if the sage is uncomfortable, don't bear it, it will be better to spit it out." Ming Ciyue's voice came from above his head, "I have my back to you, and I will help you to block it, and no one will see it."

"...The way I just said..." Ji Zheng barely murmured a few words.

"Is it okay?" Ming Ciyue asked involuntarily.

At this juncture, I have to ask! Ji Zheng slapped him in a hurry, and Ming Ci became more understanding.

The next moment, Ji Zheng suddenly felt that the person behind Ji Zheng took off his robe directly in the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, in the icy sky and snow, and placed his entire body close to his chest where there was only a single shirt, sharing his body temperature with him.

Ming Ci Yue always kept his measure and asked, "Is it alright?"

Ji Zheng's frozen lips were trembling, and he didn't know where Ming Ci had the courage to take off his robe.

He was a little scared and a little worried, but he couldn't help guessing the next step, what Ming Ci Yue would do...

A hand slowly stretched out from behind, put it on his abdomen, rubbed gently, and circled clockwise in a slow and slow circle, as if he was dealing with a little baby who was suffering from abdominal pain.

He could feel the temperature, shape, slenderness, abrupt joints of his abdomen, the hand of that hand, full of strength but reserved.

"Is it rising?" The hot air exhaled by the man turned into white mist in the cold day, like a cloud of smoke, covering his ears, "Is it uncomfortable here?"

"It will be better to come out."

The voice seemed to be a secret bewitching, low and simple, casting spell. Half of Ji Zheng's body was placed in the ice cellar, and the other half was savagely thrown on the fire to be roasted.

"Is that okay?" the man asked again before moving on to the next step.

This time, the side of Ji Zheng's earlobe suddenly became warm...like those lightly contained dreams. Startled, he leaned forward.

"I'm sorry." Ming Ci Yue quickly withdrew his hand, "This is the native method of the minister's hometown. It is used to expel the cold and warm the body when the spleen and stomach are cold."