remember who i am

"Where have you been running for so long?" Ji Yan asked belatedly, leaning on his generous chest.

"It's nothing, you..." Du Chunyu tightened his grip on the person in his arms, "The talisman paper in your hand..."

"You are Yanyan!" Du Chunyu, who was in the middle of speaking, suddenly associated Yanyan and Ji Yan's name, and suddenly his mind became clear.

"You just know." Ji Yan curled his lips, and opened his mouth to bite the person who was holding him through the fabric, "I recognized you the first time I saw you."

Du Chunyu trembled all over.

The first time...?

But Ji Yan didn't intend to stop in the slightest, he just didn't let go of his bite.

"Stop biting." Du Chunyu growled unbearably.

But Ji Yan had no intention of being obedient this time, and even ground his teeth.

Du Chunyu:!

"Don't make trouble!"

"No trouble." Ji Yan finally let go mercifully, "I've missed you for more than ten years."

But this man had completely forgotten about him.

Saying that, Ji Yan let go and stretched out another hand to pinch Du Chunyu's waist.I have missed him for more than ten years, but this person didn't recognize himself until now when he reminded him.

Simply unforgivable!

Du Chunyu paused for a quick step, then speeded up without saying anything.

"Hey, go slowly!"

"It's not in a hurry."

"No, you're going the wrong way!"

The person who was striding forward stopped in his footsteps, turned his head and returned to the same way.

"Hahahahaha——" Ji Yan buried his head in Du Chunyu's arms again, laughing uncontrollably.

Back in the house, Ji Yan couldn't wait to hug Du Chunyu, and kissed Du Chunyu on the face.

"If you lose it again, what should I do?" Ji Yan leaned on Du Chunyu restlessly, not wanting to get off.

Du Chunyu shook Ji Yan, who was not very light, and sighed, "Get the rope again?"

Like in Jiangning, the two are connected together with a rope.

"it is good."

"?"

"We're going to use rope for dinner tonight."

"..."

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at dinner.

Ji Yan and Du Chunyu, who came late, held hands to find the seat where he should sit normally, and sat down big, with his legs crossed and stuck to Du Chunyu's body like a big boneless bug.

There is no example of a prince in a country.

"Yo, my second brother doesn't even know when the sixth son came back!" Seeing Ji Yan, the bearded Ji Ning walked up to Ji Yan with a glass of wine.

If it was said that this man was Ji Yan's father, everyone would believe him. His face was covered with a thick beard, and his old face was full of traces left by the vicissitudes of time.

It looks even older than Ji Xiujie.

"I've been back a long time ago." Ji Yan muttered.

"Hahaha, come on, we haven't seen each other for a while, let's have a drink with the second brother."

"Sixth brother is still young, drink it yourself." Ji Jing stepped forward and stopped Ji Ning.

"Little one, when I was his age, I already won the battle of Chunxi, and took down our last barrier in Huanbei!" Ji Ning raised his head and glanced at Ji Xiujie.

Finding that his father was only focused on talking to the Xiliang prince and didn't pay attention to this side, he darkened his eyes.

"Okay, I know you have military exploits." Ji Jing grabbed Ji Ning's belt and walked aside, as long as it was a banquet, no matter what size it was or who it was, Ji Ning would talk about it.

Ji Yan looked down at the black cloth binding the two of them indifferently, grabbed a duck head with one hand and gnawed it recklessly.

"I haven't finished talking to Lao Liu yet!" Ji Ning tried to break free from Ji Jing's shackles, wanting to continue talking about the glory of that battle.

Ji Jing stuffed a piece of melon into Ji Ning's mouth impatiently.

Ji Ning was stunned for a moment, then his eyes lit up, and he started to chew.

Ji Yan wasn't interested in these songs and dances, he just felt extremely contented while eating the duck head and looking at Du Chunyu's face.

Du Chunyu fed Ji Yan a glass of juice with his only hand.

Ji Yan took a big gulp without even looking at it.

After drinking, he frowned, "I want to drink."

"No." Du Chunyu gave Ji Yan another sip of orange juice without any discussion.

"No, no!" Ji Yan took a big mouthful viciously.

Ji Xiujie glanced at the dazed youngest son, and glared at Ji Yan.

So is Ji Jing.

The eyes of the two met in the air, and they retracted instantly, returning to their respective positions.

But as the focus of the two, Ji Yan didn't notice their movements at all.

Opening his mouth wide, he continued to wait for Du Chunyu's feeding.

Du Chunyu picked up a chopstick of vegetables and put them into his wide-open mouth.

Ji Yan chewed and found that there was no meat in it, so he swallowed with great difficulty with a bitter face.

After the song was finished, Yan Juncheng suddenly stood up and bent down towards Ji Xiujie.

"Juncheng came this time to ask Uncle Ji for something."

"What?" Seeing Ji Yan and Du Chunyu fascinated, Ji Xiujie didn't hear what Yan Juncheng said.

"Princess Jun, I want to ask to marry Princess Qingdai so that I can marry North Xiliang for a hundred years."

"No!" Ji Yan, who had always been indulging in Du Chunyu's beauty, suddenly heard the word Qingdai spit out from Yan Juncheng's mouth, and immediately reacted, stood up and pointed at Yan Juncheng with the duck's head, very excited.

The double folder was stuffed to the brim, and the words that came out were also slurred.

Yan Juncheng glanced at Ji Yan, then at Du Chunyu beside Ji Yan, tilting his head in doubt.

Ji Qingdai, who was in an unremarkable corner, widened her eyes when she heard the words, and her delicate face instantly flushed red.

"Qingdai?" Ji Xiujie frowned, "You want to marry her?"

"Yes!" Yan Juncheng straightened his back, "Juncheng has been in love with Princess Qingdai for many years, and I hope that Uncle Ji will make it happen. After she gets married, Qingdai will become the only princess of Xiliang."

"This..." Ji Xiujie glanced at Ji Qingdai whose hands and feet were tense and didn't know where to put them. Can such a woman bear the title of mother of a country?

"This matter will be discussed later." Ji Xiujie laughed, neither agreeing nor objecting.

"If Uncle Ji disagrees, Jun Cheng will just kneel here." Yan Juncheng lowered his body and knelt down in the middle of the hall.

Ji Yan threw it over with a duck's head, stepped forward and grabbed Yan Juncheng's neck and lowered his voice, "Don't you think you haven't hurt Miss Qingdai enough?"

"I know I was wrong back then." Yan Juncheng straightened his neck and looked straight at Ji Qingdai, "But Qingdai, you have to believe that I really like you!"

In front of Manchu civil and military officials, Yan Juncheng simply let go and directly expressed his love in front of Ji Qingdai.

"Shut up!" Ji Yan waved the hand tied to Du Chunyu and slammed it down on Yan Juncheng's face.

Yan Juncheng closed his eyes, but the pain he imagined did not come.

Ji Yan stretched out his fist and didn't want Du Chunyu's hand to touch this person's face, so he kindly picked up Yan Juncheng and threw him to the ground.

Yan Juncheng covered his buttocks and screamed in pain, completely unaware of the civil and military affairs of Huanbei Manchu Dynasty.

Ji Xiujie's eyes widened when he saw the cloth strips in Ji Yan and Du Chunyu's hands.

Does the sixth child want the whole world to know about him?

Ji Yan, who had finished the beating, walked in front of Ji Qingdai comfortably, "Don't be afraid, I won't let him succeed."

"I, I..." With all her strength, Ji Qingdai didn't have the nerve to make a sound in front of so many people.

Yan Juncheng returned to his seat discouraged, staring at Ji Qingdai sadly.

Ji Qingdai's face turned even redder, and her eyes were nowhere to rest.

Through the crowd, another duck's head landed firmly on Yan Juncheng's head.

Yan Juncheng: ...

But Yan Juncheng couldn't stop Yan Juncheng's eager eyes, and Yan Juncheng even moved towards Ji Qingdai's side.

Ji Yan became even more angry, and wanted to take another duck head to relieve his anger.

But found that there is no extra duck head.

Leaning on Du Chunyu, Ji Yan didn't want to look at Yan Juncheng again.

Being disturbed by Yan Juncheng, none of the ministers in the court dared to say anything, and the atmosphere fell into an eerie silence for a while.

Ji Ning hadn't finished eating the melons yet. This is a new variety from Xiliang. Compared with their Huanbei melons, they have more sugar and more juice.

The whole hall was filled with the sound of gnawing melons and vocal music.

At the end of the song, the dancers wearing pink veils did not stop moving with the music, but moved forward quickly while dancing collectively. .

The dancer in the center tapped her toes and quickly ran towards Ji Xiujie under the cover of the other dancers' sleeves.

In an instant, more than a dozen dancers surrounded Ji Xiujie and Jiang Hua, and the dancer in the center drew two sharp knives from her waist and pressed them on the necks of the two empress Huanbei.

Ji Yan's eyes widened, looking at the threatened parents, his eyes were red.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty were also stunned by this accident. The weak civil officials who had never seen such a battle fell to the ground and did not dare to move.

Although the martial arts school has seen many such battles, but there are no weapons around, and they can't do anything to help them. They watched helplessly as their emperor was threatened by others.

Du Chunyu held down the soft whip on his waist, grabbed Ji Yan's hand and said nothing.

Ji Jing also habitually touched her waist, but found that she didn't bring a deed today, so she sighed, walked over to Ji Yan and stood still.

"Are you going to rebel?" Ji Xiujie narrowed his eyes, scanning the facial expressions of the subordinate officials.It seemed that the sharp knife was not on his neck.

"You've sat on the throne long enough!" A middle-aged man dressed as an official came out of the back hall. His official hat covered his eyes, so he couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Yuan'er?!" Jiang Hua shouted in disbelief when he saw the person coming.

"Ji Yuan?" Ji Jing exclaimed.

Ji Yuan, the eldest son of Ji Xiujie, born of a maidservant in the first palace.

He died suddenly in Prince Yuan's Mansion five years ago, and is now buried in the imperial mausoleum, enjoying the treatment of the crown prince.

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small theater:

Ji Yan: Get angry like a puffer fish!

Du Chunyu: Hug——

Ji Yan: still angry

Du Chunyu: Dear—(づ￣[-]￣)づ╭?～

Ji Yan: Even more angry, (⊙3⊙)

Du Chunyu: Kiss, kiss, kiss