After being captured by the old enemy

The two of them snuggled together and had a sound sleep. When they woke up, they didn't receive any message from the palace. Ji Xingjue was still a little drowsy, and he leaned on Qi Qing and yawned lazily: "I You know... Deen and the Presbyterians will definitely keep it secret."

But it won't work if the empire is in such a mess.

Dern is a brainless man, not suitable to be an emperor, at least they have to bring Alder back to take over the important task.

Presumably His Majesty the Emperor would choose to wait for Alder to come back when he was sober occasionally.

He was lazy and didn't want to move, Qi Qing served him with a good temper, took off his crumpled shirt after wearing it all day, and took a closer look at the scars that made him anxious and angry, with lingering fear.

The skin under his hands is as fine and fair as jade, and those shocking wounds have disappeared.

When you press it with your hand, it feels warm and fresh to the touch.

Ji Xingjue was quite proud of his favor, and squinted at him: "What do you want to do?"

Qi Qing gave him a gentle twist, calmly changed him into a new shirt, and then put on a windbreaker.

Ji Xingjue was like a boneless doll, let him rub it around, except for the occasional hot fingers touching his skin, Qi Qing restrained himself from any other movements.

Ji Xingjue looked at him, thoughtful: "This way is wrong, according to the bloody drama Song Mei and Cicely watched, at this time you should push me down on the bed, like this or that?"

Qi Qing pinched him again, the expression in her eyes was not as pure and ascetic as she seemed: "...you wait until your health recovers."

Ji Xingjue was no longer paralyzed, he jumped up laughing, boldly patted Qi Qing's butt, and jumped out with a swipe: "It feels good."

Qi Qing's forehead twitched and she ground her teeth.

Lord Marshal resisted the urge to arrest him and teach him a lesson, changed his clothes and went downstairs to make lunch.

Ji Xingjue wandered to the room where the little robot "confessed his last words" last time, and wanted to bring back two favorite batteries for the little guy, so that the little guy would hold the pot of broken flowers all day long and come to show him that A Xing had bloomed .

This is a small separate room on the third floor.

Ji Xingjue hadn't strolled to the third floor of the Marshal's Mansion, looked around curiously, and pushed open the door.

The scene behind the door made Ji Xingjue stunned.

This is a very closed room.

The windows were sealed with metal grids, and there were a few metal buttons on the head of the bed, as if to prevent someone from escaping.

...Who does Qi Qing want to shut up?

Ji Xingjue twisted the doorknob with his hands, hesitated for a few seconds, got in and observed again, it was indeed a room arranged for the purpose of shutting in people, there was no sharp corner on the furniture, and a thick soft carpet was spread on the floor.

He dug out the secret treasure of the little robot from the drawer, and was about to leave to pretend he hadn't been there before, when familiar footsteps came from the door, and Qi Qing stood stiffly at the door.

Ji Xingjue picked up the two batteries calmly, and as if he didn't notice the layout of the room, he got up and walked to the door: "The meal is ready?"

Qi Qing seemed a little embarrassed: "Yes."

Ji Xingjue glanced at him with a smile, and closed the door behind his back: "Why are you in a daze, let's go."

Qi Qing followed behind him without saying a word, left the third floor, and then said in a low voice: "I don't want to ask what that room is for?"

Ji Xingjue pointed to himself calmly: "It's up to me."

Qi Qing pressed his hand on his shoulder, exerted a little force, and pulled the belt towards her, pursed her thin lips: "Aren't you afraid?"

Ji Xingjue was always running, eight out of ten sentences were false, and the remaining two were half true.

As soon as he arrived in the imperial capital, before he was about to take Ji Xingjue over, he made people build this room, thinking that if Ji Xingjue ran away again, he would be locked in.

Evil thoughts roiled and corroded like venom, but the beast in his heart was always locked in a cage by him, and he didn't set foot in that room again.

...Then it was used as a secret base by the little robot, where it hid some trinkets.

Ji Xingjue grabbed his hand and put his own in it, completely trusting and indifferent, and said as a matter of course: "Don't be afraid, you won't hurt me."

Qi Qing looked at him and smiled slightly.

He seldom smiled like this, and when he smiled, people couldn't move their eyes away.

Ji Xingjue's heart melted, and he couldn't help pecking the corner of Qi Qing's lips: "If Marshal is willing to smile more, I'm willing to be imprisoned."

Qi Qing raised her eyebrows, but did not respond to such a dangerous request.

Desire is a bottomless pit. If he doesn't control himself and Ji Xingjue indulges him without limit, he doesn't know if he will really lock Ji Xingjue up for his own selfish desire.

Regarding that room, the two tacitly skipped talking, went back downstairs to finish their meal, and returned to the underground parking lot.

Ji Xingjue hadn't seen his little broken car for a long time, and touched it very touched: "It's still alive."

Qi Qing glanced at the car and raised her eyebrows.

This is his 15th birthday present to Ji Xingjue.

The two got into the car next to them, and Qi Qing tilted her head: "Is there really no money to change the car?"

Ji Xingjue smiled and said, "Then Marshal doesn't have the money to change to a home robot?"

Qi Qing bent her lips in a good mood, and drove away from the Marshal's Mansion.

Yu Tong received the notice in advance and was waiting for the two of them in the laboratory. His wife was very good at forgetting unhappy things, and had already forgotten about the emperor. Seeing the two of them coming, she excitedly began to check on Ji Xingjue.

Qi Qing sat in the previous position, which was different from the calmness when he was waiting for His Majesty to wake up. He stared at Ji Xingjue without blinking, and as time passed, his heart slightly raised.

The instruments in the laboratory are advanced and precise, and it didn't take too long for the test results to come out.

"Same as previous results, all indicators are normal."

Yu Tong sat in front of the optical brain, and opened another inspection requested by Ji Xingjue: "There is no abnormality in mental fluctuations."

Ji Xingjue rubbed his temples and lowered his voice: "Didn't you detect any other fluctuations?"

Yu Tong turned sideways and asked him to look at the wave chart on the light brain: "No."

Ji Xingjue was silent for a while.

Is it because the chip in the body hasn't fully awakened yet?

Seeing the two talking together, Qi Qing couldn't help but also moved over: "Mom, how are you doing?"

Yu Tong raised his hand and knocked him on the head: "It's frizzy." Then he switched to another page, "Xiao Ji's physical fitness is very good, even much higher than the average person, but..."

She paused: "Xiao Ji has no trace of being bionic."

Ji Xingjue lowered his eyes and touched his chest. He had cut himself a knife and knew how abnormal his body was, and he didn't know what the Holy Order had done to him.

The result of this inspection was actually quite good, Ji Xingjue sighed.

In order to solve the hidden dangers, we still have to take the risk of going deep into the base of the Holy Order to find relevant information.

Qi Qing's thoughts were obviously the same as his. After thinking for a while, she nodded at Yu Tong: "Mom, we're leaving tonight."

Yu Tong waved his hand casually: "Go."

It's not like a mother's words to her son before going to war, Qi Qing is a little helpless: "Is there nothing else to say?"

Yu Tong's eyes were clear and unwavering, and most of the time he looked like a quiet girl who was concentrating on research, staring at him with black and white eyes: "Son, don't die."

After Qi Qing sent a report to the palace, she took a group of soldiers from the previous escort mission and set off to leave the imperial capital before night fell.

Although the inspection results were all good, Qi Qing still didn't dare to take the long-distance jump at will, and ordered Damel to lead the people to take the long-distance jump route, and still stubbornly chose the more energy-consuming short-distance jump.

Ji Xingjue couldn't pry off such a stubborn Marshal, so he could only force Qi Qing to rest at regular intervals.

On the second day of departure, Auld, who had been away for less than half a month, contacted Ji Xingjue.

The Holy Order's lair is full of dangers, and he didn't keep the tracker and communicator on.

As soon as the two parties got in touch, Alder was a little anxious: "Is something wrong in the capital?"

Ji Xingjue told Alder the general situation of what happened in the imperial capital.

Alder fell silent for a moment.

He also doesn't like His Majesty's style of work, but since he is a son, he can't comment casually, so he can only stop His Majesty's absurd behavior in normal times.

Unexpectedly, he left for two years, and His Majesty the Emperor was backlashed.

Ji Xingjue remembered Harlem's words in the interrogation room of the military department, pondered for a while, and said: "There is another thing, whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Alder sighed heavily: "About Harlem?"

Ji Xingjue nodded: "He said he had no intention of harming you, and he never revealed your coordinates."

Harlem lied too much, although from Ji Xingjue's point of view, he felt that there was no need for Harlem to lie about this matter.

But if he were Alder, he wouldn't trust Harlem either.

Alder didn't answer whether he believed it or not, he was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Has he escaped from the imperial capital now?"

"At least when we left the imperial capital, there was still no whereabouts of him," Ji Xingjue was a little curious, "Your Highness, do you want him to escape?"

"If I run into him again, I'll take him back to jail," Alder said.

That's hope.

Ji Xingjue was full of emotion and did not continue this topic: "How is the interior of the Holy Order?"

Alder said: "When I rushed back, the internal strife was over, and the Pope was imprisoned by the Holy Son."

Now in the church, the only person in power is the Holy Son.

From the side view, at least there will be no crazy saints to assassinate Ji Xingjue.

Qi Qing frowned.

From various clues, it is actually easy to deduce that during the century-long dormancy, the pope's will to revenge has probably been worn down a lot. They just want to be their own boss and overthrow the empire and the alliance, which will inevitably sacrifice their own interests. , they have hesitated.

Perhaps they wanted to get rid of Ji Xingjue, the spark of revenge, because they were withdrawn.

Instead, it is the Son.

The Archbishop who oversees the Star Thieves belongs to him, and it is estimated that many of the actions of the Star Thieves over the years were directed by him.

The Son is a vengeful madman.

In terms of war, Ji Xingjue did not have such a keen sense of smell as Qi Qing, but he also felt a little bit bad.

Alder hurriedly talked about the current general situation in the religious group, and then shared a vague coordinate.

"The Holy Order hides very deeply, and the positioning system here has been disrupted." Alder glanced outside, frowning, "Next time I contact you, someone is here."

The light screen disappeared with a beep, and Ji Xingjue recalled the last time he was in the Unbounded Star Sea: "Qi Qing, what do you think the Holy Son will do next after he takes power?"

Qi Qing unconsciously tapped the table with her fingers, and spit out two words: "Let's go to war."

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