The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Shen Jing walked towards him with the word dandy written all over his face.

Ji Xuemian watched him getting closer and closer, and stopped at an arm's length away.

Shen Jing folded his arms: "Your Excellency Shoufu hasn't seen you for many years, and the relationship is insomnia. I heard some movement from the prince's tent last night. For the sake of what one of our gentlemen taught me, I'm sorry." You will be able to keep your mouth shut.”

Ji Xuemian remained silent and stared at him.

There was a sudden silence, Shen Jing was a little afraid of Ji Xuemian's eyes, and gradually restrained his smile.

At this moment, Ji Xuemian is not in the mood to talk to him.

After all, at this moment, he really couldn't take out the string of jade beads worn by that shiny jade finger.

No matter how thick-skinned Ji Xuemian was, he had never swallowed this kind of thing before, letting the slippery feeling of falling continue to cause trouble, Ji Xuemian was so nervous that he couldn't breathe, and tried his best to prevent the pearls from falling to the ground.

Although he had to admit that this thing did have a miraculous effect, his temperature was no longer that high.

Shen Jing is still waiting for him to reply, Shen Jing is not Duan Qichi, he is a hundred times more stubborn than Duan Qichi, he is famous for his meat and vegetables.

Seeing Shen Jing's malicious smile, Ji Xuemian's heart moved, and he said indifferently as usual, "Shen Jing, if you have the guts, go tell your prince, or be honest with me." ,Do not talk nonsense."

Seeing that he was frankly sitting on the leg with the Regent, Shen Jing was stunned for a moment, and then rolled his eyes, "Don't worry, Mr. Shoufu, I will not take the initiative to cause trouble. Although I did not provoke you when I was young, how dare I now?" ?”

He paused, "However, after this night, I realized that the adult's sweet talk is actually true and false. Even though he called you brother, it is still a lie."

Ji Xuemian ignored it, Shen Jing was just talking badly, but in fact he was smart, holding this kind of information in his hands would be a disaster sooner or later, it would be better to pretend to be true and fool him.

Ji Xuemian took a Supa from his cuff, wiped the silver whip, and said slowly, "What if I really love the lord?"

When Shen Jing saw the whip, his complexion changed, "Impossible, when you were studying in the Imperial College, didn't your lord hate our regent the most?"

Ji Xuemian didn't say much, put the long whip back into his waist, and said bluntly, "This time, that time, how do you know that I haven't changed my mind?"

There was no shelter in the school grounds in Ye Guang, the sun was shining, yellow sand rose up under the soldiers' feet, a heat wave rose from the flat ground, and even the air seemed to have waves.

At some point, Duan Qichi stood on the sidelines of the school field, looking at them with a half-smile.

Beside him, Lin Yuan and several lieutenants were there, all eyes fixed on Ji Xuemian, carefully listening to Duan Qichi's orders.

Ji Xuemian felt that scorching gaze on him, and felt uncomfortable.

Duan Qichi's eyes were lingering, but it was obvious, and finally, those eyes locked on Ji Xuemian's waist, and he smiled slightly.

Ji Xuemian turned around and was about to leave, but Shen Jing seemed to have received some order, and stepped forward to block Ji Xuemian's way, his eyes were bright, "My lord has superb martial arts since childhood, I haven't seen him for so many years, do you want to compete with the last general?"

Ji Xuemian squinted, for a martial arts competition?How could the string of jade beads not be involved while walking around?

Thinking of the beads dawdling together, Ji Xuemian was overwhelmed with thoughts, if she leaked the truth in front of tens of thousands of soldiers... the consequences would be disastrous.

When the soldiers heard this, they all looked at the excitement, put down their knives/guns and stopped fighting, and some even started to applaud.

Amidst the applause, Shen Jing was in high spirits for a moment, "Competing with fists, kicks, knives and guns, horse racing, whatever you choose, I will accompany you!"

Ji Xuemian closed his eyes, because his eyes were full of patience, and the seven jade beads under his ribs felt clear and strong to the touch, and every step he took made his whole body numb.

Therefore, Ji Xuemian felt a rush of blood gushing from his dantian, and the smell of blood in his throat was sweet and fishy, ​​so he couldn't speak.

Seeing that his expression was different, Duan Qichi frowned, "Shen Jing, stop."

Shen Jing didn't understand, "My lord, what's the problem? It's not like you don't know that Ji Shoufu can play very well!"

Ji Xuemian suppressed his blood, but said hoarsely: "You and I compete with swords, ten rounds will determine the outcome."

Ten rounds is already the limit, Ji Xuemian has no way to retreat, she thought that Shen Jing, who is making progress, deliberately made things difficult for him, if he accidentally loses, being pushed to the ground and laughed at by Shen Jing is unimaginable.

Ji Xuemian didn't think about it any more, and pulled out a sword from the waist of a soldier beside him, held it firmly in his palm, and stood by his side, with the sharp point pointing down at the battlefield.

His murderous intent suddenly rose, and the face of bullying Shuang Saixue was covered with coldness, but the haughty phoenix eyes were vaguely mocking Shen Jing's overreaching.

This is blatant contempt, Shen Jing must have seen it.

"Offended." Ji Xuemian took the lead, and a sword light flashed across.

Not to be outdone, Shen Jing stepped on the spear/bar with his toe and lifted it, and the long/spear collapsed on the ground. Shen Jing raised his hand, held it firmly with one hand, and pointed the spear/tip at Ji Xuemian's shoulder.

A long sword carried the wind, and a spear was sharp. Ji Xuemian's legs were sore and weak, and he refused to show weakness, showing no sign of retreating.

It's just that, as he expected, he couldn't hold the sword steadily a few times, and almost fell to his knees.

In order not to make a fool of himself on the spot, Ji Xuemian secretly broke off his little finger, and the sharp pain woke him up immediately.

All the soldiers shook their arms and shouted loudly, their enthusiasm was about to break through the sky.

Ji Xuemian's eyeballs were as deep as ink pools, and when he was picked up by the heat, the coldness in his whole body seemed to be ignited by a flame, and even the insignificant strangeness and pain were ignored by him.

His hands and feet were hot/hot, and the blood seemed to be flowing backwards all over his body.

In the court, he was the first assistant, the emperor's teacher, and the head of the civil servants beside the emperor.

The capital is about to storm, and he is trembling all the time.

Ever since arriving in the southern border, where the imperial court's eyes and ears are hard to reach, Ji Xuemian once again grasped the sword, feeling unprecedentedly vigorous.

He happily abandoned all the elegance of holding a pen, and had a good time.

only……

Ji Xuemian was ruthless, overcoming the unspeakable shame/humiliation physically, her moves seemed to be very quick.

In my impression, Shen Jingyu Wuyi is very proficient, and Ji Xuemian once fought him when he was angry.

According to court secrets, the moves of the youngest son of the Ji family and the senior son of the Shen family are similar, both of them would not give up when they saw blood, even the young prince at that time was afraid of these two lifeless living kings.

The two of them fought from the mid-sun to light clouds covering the sun, Shen Jing and Ji Xuemian were evenly divided, and in the end it was Ji Xuemian who pointed his sword at Shen Jing's throat.

Ji Xuemian paused, only half an inch away from the Gate of Fate, "Are you admitting defeat?"

After some movements, the soles of Ji Xuemian's feet felt numb.

He was about to be unable to hold on any longer, and felt inexplicably that a certain part of his clothes was wet.

Maybe it was an illusion, Ji Xuemian endured the uneasiness.

Shen Jing's long/spear fell to the ground, but he held his canine teeth and said cheerfully, "My lord, I offended you."

When Ji Xuemian lowered his head, Shen Jing's hand was about to grab his——

A big hand with sharp bones stretched out and grabbed Shen Jing's hand, "Master Ji, do you want to win? I'll beat him up for you."

Ji Xuemian suddenly raised his head, facing Duan Qichi's handsome face.

Duan Qichi's expression didn't look so happy, he almost clearly wrote his dissatisfaction on his face, and kicked Shen Jing aside.

"Ji Shoufu has worked hard. With this sick body, he can still beat Shen Jing to the ground. Shen Jing, you go and receive the punishment."

Shen Jing seemed to have been scolded, he looked at Ji Xuemian, Ji Xuemian's lips were rosy, but his face was so pale that he was sickly, if one ignores his lightning-like fists and kicks, say that he It is not an exaggeration to recover from a serious illness.

Before Ji Xuemian could reply, Duan Qichi asked with a low voice, "My lord, what's wrong?"

When Ji Xuemian saw his face, she couldn't control her mind, and could always think of the memory of him bullying her last night.

After watching him for a few breaths, the memory of the absurd behavior swept over.

Ji Xuemian's face was red and her ears were hot, she retracted her sword and said coldly, "No."

Duan Qichi stretched out his hand to him, trying to grab his sleeve: "Let me see your hand."

It was rare for Ji Xuemian not to care about his status, so he shrugged off him in full view, collected himself, and said as if nothing had happened: "It's just a mere competition, if the prince wants to win, he can win naturally, and he doesn't need to bother to help his servants."

Under the wide sleeves, Ji Xuemian pushed Duan Qichi's hand away calmly.

Duan Qichi was not annoyed when he was rejected, he also whispered so low that only a few people around him could hear, "Xue Mian, why are you doing this?"

The few people who could hear, Shen Jing, Lin Yuan, and the generals were all dumbfounded.

Shen Jing looked in disbelief and dared not speak out. The generals who accompanied him looked at each other, but they couldn't figure it out. Only Lin Yuan could think of something.

Lin Yuan thought over and over again, and decided not to ask his lord where the most precious jade ring finger went, and why it was called Ji Shoufu Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian just lowered her eyes and said, "Your Majesty, you don't need to treat me as a delicate woman. As for your hand, it will be fine in a few days."

Duan Qichi gave a "tsk", frowned slightly, his black eyes seemed to be displeased with being rejected, he leaned slightly closer to Ji Xuemian, and whispered: "My lord is still stubborn and refuses to listen to persuasion, I will get angry."

Ji Xuemian turned her head away, silently avoiding his staring eyes, threw the long sword away, lowered her eyebrows, buried some sour emotions, left everyone behind, and walked away slowly.

Shen Jing, who was covered in sweat, couldn't figure it out, and said to himself: "It's so fragrant, what kind of flower is this blooming? What's the matter with Mr. Ji? Didn't you just say that you love the prince? Why did you see the prince?" Did you leave without saying a few words?"

"Don't make trouble, that's Mr. Shoufu, he must be suffering from heat stroke." Lin Yuan concealed.

The sound was not loud, just enough to reach Duan Qichi's ears.

"You said... who does he admire?" Duan Qichi narrowed his eyes.

Shen Jing scratched his head, "You, he also said, at this moment and at that moment, I guess he means that he has fallen in love with you irresistibly."

Lin Yuan only felt that the irresistible regent in front of him seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then...then Lin Yuan didn't dare to look at it.

Because Duan Qichi had already rushed after him, and told them not to follow.

All the soldiers were training on the battlefield, there was no one in the whole camp, Ji Xuemian walked two steps and rested two steps, his gait was awkward, his breathing was not smooth, it was really difficult.

Everything was not going well today, Lan Shen had no time to pay attention to him, and even met Shen Jing who was looking for trouble.

Ji Xuemian somehow didn't want to see Duan Qichi, especially after what happened last night.

Just thinking about it, Ji Xuemian buried her head and just walked, bumping her head into a slightly solid chest.

The man was wearing the uniform of the second-rank official censor, took a big step back, stepped forward to support him, and asked nervously, "Master Shoufu didn't get hit, did he?"

The visitor was tall, with a serious and inarticulate face, the corners of his mouth were pursed tightly, but his eyes were full of concern.

Seeing old friends, Yan Ming, Ji Xuemian clenched his fists tightly, "Master Yan, long time no see."

Yan Ming looked him up and down, "Master Ji, let me see...why do you feel unwell?"