The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes tightly, feeling her whole body was burning hot, as if she had been thrown into a fire.

He could feel that someone was looking at him, his eyes were undisguised, from head to toe, and he looked at him all over.

Ji Xuemian warned himself to be calm, this is not the romantic capital, this is southern Xinjiang with weird customs, he is planning to feed a tiger with his body, but he must not let the cunning locals see through that he is pretending to be dizzy.

This is very simple for him, after all, he looks sick and weak, although he can kill several villains with one sword.

An old voice said next to his ear: "A whole army, a thousand or so soldiers run around and die, just such a good-looking soldier, I am not willing to kill him. Look at this figure, this waist, And this little face, His Royal Highness, if you don't buy it, I'll keep it myself!"

Ji Xuemian, who was trying to pretend to be dead, couldn't help but twitch, "Regent, Duan Qichi?"

This is really flooding the Dragon King Temple, Yuanjia Road is narrow, unexpectedly met him...

Ji Xuemian came to southern Xinjiang just to subdue the regent Duan Qichi, escort him back to Beijing, and wait for the emperor to deal with him.

Fortunately, the Imperial Forest Army has not waited to rescue him, but it fell into the hands of the regent!

Ji Xuemian thought, I hope he will remember his old feelings and not destroy his plan.

Duan Qichi sat at the table, took a cup of tea, turned around a few times, his deep voice seemed to be in a bad tone: "You want to sell him to me? My lord, is it possible that he belongs to you?" He sneered, "It's not yours, so return him to this king."

Ji Xuemian was in a trance, to whom?When did you become his man?

Did the Prince Regent drink the wine as tea? He was very drunk!

The old man was also taken aback by his question, "His Royal Highness, what do you mean? Don't forget what you promised me!"

A guard standing on the side snorted coldly. Compared with the calm regent, the guard was so angry: "Buying and selling people without permission, you have such great power, are you not afraid of losing your head?"

The old man chuckled: "I'm short of money for a while, so I have to follow the rules in southern Xinjiang. Don't play the tricks of the capital for me! If your highness sincerely wants it, the money must not be less!"

Duan Qichi heard the words, put down the cup heavily, looked at the man on the straw woven couch, his expression could not hide his violence, he closed his eyes, and said slowly: "You let him go first."

The old man snorted, "Isn't it a bargain? Regent, you are not authentic! Are you short of money? You don't even look, whose territory is this?"

"Whose territory? What do you think?" Duan Qichi glanced at him, got up and approached a few steps.

The old man stepped back and swallowed his saliva: "Forget it, you are good, Nanjiang is now what you say...then you have to pay!"

Duan Qichi didn't answer, but walked all the way to Ji Xuemian's bed, lowered his head and observed him carefully.

Ji Xuemian's face was bloodless, he didn't know whether he was dead or alive, his eyes were tightly closed, and two clusters of unnatural flushes appeared on his pale and cold cheeks, which looked like Chinese medicine.

Master Shoufu, who is well-known in the capital, was used to holding pens with his hands, but now he was tied up with a rope and fixed on the couch. His beautiful and slender fingers were curled up into a ball, which made him feel worried.

As the chief assistant, Ji Xuemian holds power over the central government and the cabinet. No one dares to compare with him. This is the first time Duan Qichi has seen him in such a miserable state. It feels like he has been stabbed by a knife in his heart, stirring up his uneasiness. born.

No one in the world knows that when the late king passed away, he left an imperial edict, making Xuan Wo, the third prince under his knees, the crown prince, and entrusting Gu to Ji Xuemian. He is the youngest emperor teacher in the history of Daning Dynasty.

In the capital, Duan Qichi has a lot of followers, and Ji Xuemian has a lot of staff, they are the two most difficult people in the entire court.

But few people know that Ji Xuemian was a student in the Imperial College, and was also a classmate of Prince Regent Duan Qichi, they have known each other for a long time, if the courtiers find out, they might not be able to tell the extent of the trouble.

Duan Qichi looked at Ji Xuemian who was "falling into a coma", his eyes darkened, and he compromised: "You tell me the number."

"100 taels!" The leader of the barbarian tribe looked at the tall and handsome man with a smile on his face, "Regent, seeing that you still dress so well in southern Xinjiang, 100 taels must be worth it!"

Duan Qichi was wearing a gorgeous flying tiger robe with a silver collar, a white jade crown carved with clouds on his head, a purple gold belt, and an agate unicorn on it. The royal family and nobles are even more expensive.

The guard Lan Shen saw his lord being bullied by this, his eyes were red with anger, and he immediately drew his knife to kill the old man without saying a word.Duan Qichi reached out to stop him: "Stop."

Duan Qichi's eagle-like eyes had been staring at Ji Xuemian, and it took a long time before he raised his eyelids and looked at the old man, "Send him away for 100 taels?"

When the old man was asked by him, he was confused, "How about... ten gold bars? There can be no more. Now there is a famine, and if there are too many gold bars, I will lose my life!"

Lan Shen couldn't hold down the knife again, and said bitterly, "Bah! My lord is worth ten gold bars? Are you looking down on our regent!"

Duan Qichi raised his eyebrows, slapped Lan Shen down, and settled the matter without saying a word.

During this trip to southern Xinjiang, Duan Qichi has been in southern Xinjiang for more than a few months, and he has been attacking cities/plundering land. The food and grass are all used by the catty. The gold bars are still the regent's own savings, and the military pay will not be taken.

This is not in the capital, otherwise a hundred gold bars would be affordable.

Da Weng: "Where's the gold bars?"

Duan Qichi: "I didn't bring it."

The old man got angry, Duan Qichi didn't want to argue with him anymore, but untied the unicorn around his waist, and patted it on the wooden table: "How many gold bars is this worth?"

When the old man saw the unicorn, his eyes lit up: "It's worth dozens of unicorns! Hurry up, take this living dead away! I sent a hahaha..."

Ji Xuemian felt that there was a person approaching him. The ambergris on his body was familiar and mild, and he leaned over to cover himself, covering the faint candlelight above his head.

His hands were untied, and his fingertips were warm and dry when they touched him, and his movements were gentle, as if he was treating something fragile.

Ji Xuemian kept breathing weakly, not letting the man see it.

After a while, Lan Shen picked herself up and left the tribe quickly.

Duan Qichi, who stayed in the old man's village, did not leave. After Lan Shen left, he turned around and asked the old man, "I know you have given him the medicine. What about the antidote?"

The old man showed his two rows of rotten teeth, and smiled flatteringly, but his expression seemed to be hiding something.

He hesitated for a moment: "Regent, how can there be an antidote? It's just a potion/spring/drug, just find a woman to vent the fire."

Duan Qichi's hand stopped halfway, he narrowed his eyes, and put his hand back into his sleeve.

Southern Xinjiang is turbulent and the people are suffering. Even if it is an unlucky woman, it should not be sent to Mr. Shoufu to suffer.

The question is, what can Ji Xuemian do if he doesn't ask a girl for help?

Duan Qichi thought about it, and drove back to the camp by himself. All the officers and soldiers were stationed here. It was dusk and the sky was dark. The soldiers lit firewood and set up pots, ready to cook.

This camp is only temporarily safe, and it is enough to be able to sleep. There are only a few local tribes who want to take the opportunity to kill them, and they are eyeing.

Lan Shen was carrying a water basin in and out, running non-stop, Duan Qichi stopped him: "Where is Mr. Shoufu?"

Lan Shen wiped off his sweat: "Master Shoufu has a fever."

It's not a fever, it's an aphrodisiac.Duan Qichi silently took the basin from Lan Shen's hand: "Go and make him something to eat, and I'll wipe his face."

Lan Shen changed his sincerity in begging Duan Qichi to save others, showing a distrustful expression.

Duan Qichi asked calmly: "Why, turned your face and denied you? Lan Shen, are you convicted?"

Lan Shen didn't dare to offend Duan Qichi, after all, he is not only the regent, but also a big creditor, that's ten gold bars!

Lan Shen gritted his teeth: "Lan Shen lost Ji Shoufu, and asked the Regent to rescue him, please be punished."

What Duan Qichi wanted was this sentence: "Okay, you go to lead the army, Vice General Lin is eating, you wait for a while."

Lan Shen is an honest person, Duan Qichi said so, he dare not disobey.

Therefore, Duan Qichi walked into the tent peacefully, and saw Ji Xuemian whose face was getting brighter and brighter.

His lips were flushed, his eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his face was as red as soaking in cherry water, pretty and lively, very good-looking.

Lan Shen should be punished, not to mention the loss of such a beautiful shoufu lord, but also tied him up and suffered such a big crime.

The local tribes in southern Xinjiang were extremely lethal. The Imperial Forest Army had been out of Beijing for too long, and their defenses were weak. Once they arrived in southern Xinjiang, they were captured and arrested. Even Ji Xuemian's life was saved.

It would be easy for Duan Qichi to add a new batch of "Imperial Forest Army", which required the Emperor Tiger Talisman on Ji Xuemian's body.

There is a bulge on his chest, which looks like a tiger. If he takes it away now, he won't find it.

Duan Xichi narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ji Xuemian, this name has appeared in his dreams countless times.

When Ji Xuemian was a teenager, Ji Xuemian was the most dazzling student in the entire Guozijian. From then on, Duan Qichi began to pay attention to this cold boy like a snow doll, teasing him from time to time to make him angry was the happiest thing in his boring study life.

When he grew up, he stood beside the emperor respectfully and docilely, and was neither humble nor overbearing in the court. He rode Lu and swung Fang Qiu with a solemn expression, unreachable.

Only that beautiful face of Sai Xue bullying Shuang, together with the long whip on his waist, is deeply rooted in Duan Qichi's mind, and he can't get rid of it.

Duan Qichi has liked him since he was a child, but it's a pity that he doesn't like himself, otherwise Duan Qichi would take the initiative to help him cure his sex so as not to make him feel uncomfortable.

Ji Xuemian trembled her eyelashes slightly, it was obvious that she had woken up.

Duan Qichi smiled softly, he loved to provoke this snow dumpling since he was a child, even when he was pretending to be asleep.

So he stretched out his hand and probed for the Emperor Tiger Talisman on Ji Xuemian's chest, as expected, Ji Xuemian opened his eyes suddenly, and grabbed his wrist, "My lord."

The thin palm is still strong after all these years, and the pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes are arrogant and sharp, how could it look like being charmed by spring medicine?

Duan Qichi didn't break free, he smiled: "Ji Shoufu is both civil and military, vigilant and self-controlled, he is worthy of being the emperor's teacher."

Ji Xuemian raised her phoenix eyes lightly, and touched her upper lip to her lower lip: "It has been many years since I parted with the lord in Beijing, and the lord is worried, and I am ashamed to be a humble minister."

Duan Qichi nodded noncommittally, stuffed his hands into the quilt, and said softly, "The Imperial Forest Army was wiped out. Before returning to the capital, Ji Shoufu should stay in my king's camp. I hope you will show me your honor."

Ji Xuemian didn't expect Duan Qichi to be so generous. Thinking that he had nowhere to go, he said calmly, "Then thank you Prince Regent for making arrangements."

Duan Qichi didn't leave, "Master Ji didn't feel any changes in his body?"

Ji Xuemian was slightly taken aback, and refused with a hoarse voice, knowing a thing or two in his heart.

Duan Qichi didn't know that Ji Xuemian heard what he said just now, and he spoke carefully this time, as if he was afraid of offending him.

Ji Xuemian also didn't want to embarrass him: "I'm tired, my lord, please go back."

Duan Qichi originally wanted to ask him if he could help him solve it, but this person was so proud, how could he be willing to give in to mere spring/medicine?Even so, he didn't want to let himself help him out.

Is it possible to find a girl to help him?Duan Qichi was very unhappy in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out with Ji Xuemian, for fear that he would push him further and further away.

Duan Qichi lowered his eyes, concealing some so-called grievances, and finally lifted the tent and left without saying anything.

Ji Xuemian didn't notice it, he just watched Duan Qichi leave, and finally sighed.

After the death of the first emperor, all civil and military officials agreed that Duan Qichi, the regent, was too threatening. piece.

The other three were in the hands of the old generals in Beijing who were taking care of their lives. They were old and frail. With the support of the little emperor's mother and concubine, Duan Qichi became a veritable regent.

Therefore, the little emperor gave his teacher Ji Xuemian the emperor's tiger talisman that could command the Imperial Forest Army, and asked Ji Xuemian to come to southern Xinjiang to keep an eye on Duan Qichi and take the opportunity to take back the tiger talisman.

What Ji Xuemian was afraid of was that if Duan Qichi stole the Emperor Tiger Talisman, the world would completely change hands.

The regent Duan Qichi was ambitious, if he really forced the palace, wouldn't the little emperor die without a place to bury him?

The only person in the world who has a headache for Ji Xuemian is the regent who is very deep and calm.

Ji Xuemian remembered the past of the two of them, and a red cloud suddenly flew up on his face.

He took a deep breath, the itch emanating from the bottom of his heart was like ants crawling in the blood vessels, he was so itchy that he shivered all over, and the heat rushed into his limbs.

This spring/medicine was too powerful, he endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help it anymore.

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The author has something to say:

It is the story of a pair of bamboo horses!Sticky and sticky emotions are the main thing, stupid authors don’t know how to write about palace schemes, everything is in the service of emotions, there will be a little bit of blood (after all, they can have children, right, there is nothing scientific to say...

Because it can have children, it is my brother's setting!