The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Yan Ming saw Ji Xuemian's embarrassment at a glance, and asked inappropriately and without discernment: "Xuemian, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Ming called him very affectionately, and the coldness and indifference in Ji Xuemian's eyes slowly melted away.

Ji Xuemian thought calmly, Yan Ming is his best friend and loyal subordinate, he shouldn't treat Yan Ming with this attitude.

On the other hand, Ji Xuemian was also used to being called "Xuemian" by Yan Ming, so he didn't find fault with him.

Naturally, he helped Yan Ming's shoulder, but he was half-bent, with a forbearance on his face.

After Duan Qichi turned upside down, already weak, Ji Xuemian simply said, "Back pain."

Yan Ming supported Ji Xuemian, wondering at first, "Why does my waist hurt? Turn around and let me press, which piece is twisted or bumped?"

Ji Xuemian's thin waist is an exaggeration, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is full of grip, but it is very thin.

The most attractive thing is that there is a long and thin hollow in the middle of the narrow waist. The belt is fastened meticulously, but the sunken place is blown by the wind.

Yan Ming has a tiger in his heart, is upright and selfless, and can't bear to look directly at him, "Aren't you eating? Your waist, I twisted it off, and you are so thin that you only have a skeleton left."

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes and smiled, "I have a bad appetite, I'm used to it."

Yan Ming shook his head: "When you handed over a piece of paper to the capital, the emperor was so anxious that he couldn't sleep, he immediately issued an imperial edict, but no one dared to accept it, and everyone was afraid of you, fearing that a mistake would die in your hands. "

Ji Xuemian knew this situation well, "If the inspector does not do well, he will lose his head. I have also thought about it. You are the only one who dares to come."

Yan Ming chuckled, not afraid of death: "I petitioned to come to southern Xinjiang by myself. On the one hand, we are fellow villagers and old friends. On the other hand, I was thinking of your poor health, so I asked the Tai Hospital to accompany several carts of soup and medicine. I will ask the kitchen to boil some hot water and decoct it for you."

There was no one around, Ji Xuemian asked him in a low voice: "It's been a while since you left the capital, have you ever heard of an assassination organization called "Spider"?"

Yan Ming heard a little bit: "You still say "spider", you don't know, I passed by Gusu on the way here, and the prefect Lu asked me about it. I heard that the regent killed you in a mass grave. There is an uproar, and the city is full of wind and rain, all saying that the regent is going to rebel."

Sure enough, Ji Xuemian almost couldn't get up, and asked with difficulty: "Could it be passed to the capital?"

Yan Ming misheard the key point: "Is this really the case?"

Ji Xuemian slapped him, "No. That assassin wants to die, dare to spread such words."

Yan Ming relieved: "I guess so, so what about the regent?"

Ji Xuemian pondered for a while: "Master Yan—"

Ji Xuemian was halfway through speaking, when he felt someone behind him listening to the corner of the wall, his jade lips pursed, and his tone couldn't help but become more serious: "——I was bitten by a dog, Mr. Yan brought a wooden stick, I want to beat the dog."

Duan Qichi was already worried about him, so he licked his tiger teeth, his handsome face was neither red nor white, and he didn't feel guilty about being exposed at all.

His mind is full of Ji Xuemian's long and narrow phoenix eyes, both stubborn and cute.

Everyone in the world loves soft little beauties, but he is the only one who has a soft spot for the big Bingshan beauty.

Duan Qichi didn't hide anymore, and walked out frankly, dressed in elegant clothes, "What kind of dog? Black or white? I'll catch it for you, and use it as a mount for you."

Ji Xuemian rolled his eyelids, piercing his eyes as sharp as a frost knife.

Duan Qichi didn't realize it, or it can be said that he saw it, but deliberately pretended he didn't see it, "Don't you like riding a dog? Then do you like riding me—"

"Shut up." Ji Xuemian said coldly.

"——'s horse, named Wu Yun, is very good."

like you did last night.

Duan Qichi hugged his hands and raised his eyebrows with great interest.

When Ji Xuemian was emotional, his subordinates would habitually follow suit, sometimes pinching a ball of rice paper, sometimes pinching a pen holder, and today it was Yan Ming in official uniform who was pinched.

Poor Yan Ming felt the pain innocently, and pressed the back of Ji Xuemian's hand, "You want to kill me! Don't use this white bone claw, and dig a bloody hole for me, I will never end with you!"

Duan Qichi tilted his head, and gave a warning with a bad temper, "Yan Ming, take your hands away."

Yan Ming was stunned: "What regent are you talking about? You don't even look at it. Who did it first? It was Mr. Ji, why didn't you say him? This is biased, and the officials are not convinced."

But Ji Xuemian withdrew her hand first, put it behind her back, said nothing, but two blushes appeared on her white cheeks like snowballs, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips, refusing to speak.

Look at his icy temper, obviously he was so good last night, soft like water.

Duan Xichi's teeth were itchy, in front of Yan Ming, he couldn't look at Ji Xuemian's hand, it was the most suffocating.

Swallowing a bad breath, the injury does not have to be done right away, Duan Qichi tried his best to calm down and asked, "I just heard you say that Mr. Ji is not in good health, is he sick? What's wrong?"

Yan Ming did not doubt him, "Naturally it is lung disease, heart disease, bone disease, wind disease—"

Duan Qichi frowned, and became serious: "The emperor just let his teacher run around?"

Yan Mingdao: "Prince Regent, you don't even look at it, who can control Mr. Ji?"

Duan Qichi was speechless for a while, this is true.

Yan Ming respectfully asked him: "I thought you already knew, Prince Regent, that Mr. Ji always coughs up blood and is afraid of the cold, and has a high fever from time to time, or it's raining and the tide is a little bit painful... I think Nan The weather in Xinjiang is cold and humid, he has been in southern Xinjiang for so long, and you didn't notice it at all?"

Duan Qichi was surprised, he knew that Ji Xuemian was always in poor health, but he didn't know that he was so poor.

One could imagine how much Ji Xuemian didn't want to be seen as vulnerable, so he just smashed his teeth and swallowed in his stomach, not letting people look down on him at all.

Duan Qichi's cheeks moved slightly, his upper and lower teeth were clenched together, enduring the overwhelming anger, staring at Ji Xuemian like a wild wolf looking at a dying prey: "...Why didn't you tell me? Just let me—"

His eyes moved downwards pointingly, and Ji Xuemian immediately thought of the string of jade beads, and his white face tightened: "The regent doesn't need to worry, this subject is alive and well, and he won't die for a while."

Yan Ming was stunned. Is Ji Xuemian crazy? Why are you talking to the regent like this?

After thinking for a while, Yan Ming turned his eyes back, and he understood that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, others don't know, but Yan Ming knows everything about the past of these two enemies, no matter how far the court's hand stretches I can't control them, just let them go, just treat yourself as blind.

Duan Qichi strode over and grabbed Ji Xuemian's hand without saying a word: "Follow me back to the tent, I'll help you take it out."

The second monk Yan Mingzhang couldn't figure it out: "Take out what? Medicine? It's in my accompanying carriage, how about I send someone to bring it?"

Ji Xuemian flicked his sleeves wide, shook off Duan Qichi's hand, and said intentionally, "Speaking of which, the Regent is giving me a decoction recently. If Lord Yan is free, please help me find out what the decoction is mainly for."

Duan Qichi, who was poked at the sore spot, coughed several times, which couldn't be more obvious.

It was just adding some spices, it was just Ning Xianglu that made Ji Xuemian's whole body more fragrant. After taking it, even those slender snow-like wrists exuded a refreshing fragrance.

Ji Xuemian's unknowingly rich and sweet taste made Duan Xichi feel uncontrollably in love with him.

The second function is indeed to reduce fire and clear the lungs.

But he couldn't tell Ji Xuemian that this man only had Jiangshan Sheji in his heart, and he didn't even give Duan Qichi a place as big as a cake.

Yan Ming didn't think too much about it, "Of course it's no problem. My family has practiced medicine for generations, and I'm the only one who entered the official career as an official. I'm good at reading prescriptions."

Duan Qichi stopped Yan Ming calmly, "Master Yan, why don't you prescribe a few more prescriptions, and I will fry it for Master Ji to drink, is it troublesome?"

"Is it troublesome... I don't know, Mr. Ji, what do you think?" Yan Ming was very cautious.

Ji Xuemian knew that Yan Ming didn't dare to hand over the medicine to Duan Qichi for fear that he would poison him, so his heart warmed up, and his face softened a lot, "Just give the prescription to Lan Shen. Just worry about him alone."

As expected, Duan Qichi didn't force him to decoct the medicine himself.

Ji Xuemian turned around and wanted to go back to the camp, Yan Ming was already walking ahead, Duan Qichi followed up a few steps, grabbed Ji Xuemian, and could not help being dragged into a corner by someone, without concealing his strength in his actions at all.

Ji Xuemian said, "The sun is bright and the sky is blue, what's the proper way?"

With a flash in front of his eyes, Ji Xuemian was hugged and pressed against the dirt wall without bumping at all, but Duan Qichi's hands were worn out.

He didn't care, and asked Ji Xuemian with lowered eyelids: "Don't scold me, I'm not a little emperor, let me ask you, do your hands hurt now?"

Ji Xuemian's brows were frosty, she still remembered Duan Qichi's actions last night, and turned a corner: "The hand doesn't hurt, is there anything the regent wants to ask?"

"There is no one here, and I don't want you to call me Prince Regent." Duan Qichi raised his hand and firmly pressed it against his cheek, "You can call me what you called me last night."

Ji Xuemian understood and pretended not to understand: "What did I call you? Beast? Bastard? Or beast? Choose one."

Just don't mention those gentle ones, Wang Ye, Jiu Ye, Jiu Ge, and Ah Chi.

Ji Xuemian couldn't be deceived when he was awake, Duan Qichi didn't know what he thought of, he laughed angrily, bit his chin, his muffled voice was hoarse and unwilling, "Then the beast, this is the beast camp, there is a Animals are normal."

"Okay, the king of animals, Duan Qichi, sounds good." Ji Xuemian nodded earnestly, but was completely engulfed by his tall figure, unable to move.

But Duan Qichi didn't use any strength on him, he just barely covered him, polite and gentle.

It was completely different from the beast's behavior last night, and he became ruthless, wishing to nail Ji Xuemian to death on the couch.

Duan Qichi put the tip of his nose close to his chin, his cool skin was as fragrant as a deep valley flower, he smelled it again and again, getting closer and closer.

Ji Xuemian pushed him: "Stay away from me."

Duan Qichi was so close to him, breathing hot air on the tips of his ears, "There is no one else here, what are you afraid of?"

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes: "Hand, take, go."

Ji Xuemian grabbed Duan Qichi's wrist, those unruly hands were reaching for the Emperor Tiger Talisman on his waist, Ji Xuemian said: "The villain's heart never dies."

Duan Qichi laughed nonchalantly, with a happy expression: "Are you kidding me, are you really angry?"

Ji Xuemian pursed her lips, "Who's joking with you?"

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