The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian frowned, and slapped Duan Xichi's shoulder with neither light nor heavy, "Make way."

Duan Xichi felt it, and grabbed his wrist: "Don't hit someone at every turn."

Ji Xuemian's neckline was concealed and concealed, and scattered kisses/marks meandered and circled on his beautiful long neck.

It was extremely hot, completely different from his cold desolation.

Duan Qichi showed his white teeth, and smiled slyly: "Where are you going? I'll accompany you."

Ji Xuemian's eyes were dark and heavy: "The regent don't follow the example of the wise king. It has nothing to do with you where the ministers go."

Duan Qichi nodded and said hello, followed by a pair of hands that were caught off guard and pressed towards his lower back.

Ji Xuemian only felt that the deep place under the ribs made the sound of pearls and jade colliding, sticky and greasy, chattering, one squeezed one by one, and no one would fall out.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were filled with tears from the feeling that life was worse than death, and he grabbed Duan Qichi's arm with both hands, "Don't, don't touch it."

Duan Qichi said deliberately: "Are you going to leave my camp with my round jade beads in your mouth like this?"

He thought for a while, "It's fine to leave, at least I have to return my jade finger."

Ji Xuemian turned her head away: "I will pay you back."

Duan Qichi shook his head pretending to be reserved: "Why don't you just forget it, I'm very busy right now, and I'm going to Tianhua City to find someone, so you can bear it yourself."

Ji Xuemian, who didn't sleep well last night and hadn't had a good rest, had pale lips, and her complexion was not pretty, but a little red came from the deepest part of her skin.

Although Duan Qichi wanted to tease him in his heart, he couldn't help it.

He rolled up Ji Xuemian's two strands of hair from the temples on his forehead, and the cool black strands wrapped around his fingertips, and along the strands, touched his tightly closed thin lips.

Still lowered his voice, coaxing: "Unless, you come with me."

Ji Xuemian's thin lips were warmed by his fingers, adding a trace of blood.

Ji Xuemian felt that he was bullying him to the fullest, and he wanted to find Pang Ying, but he didn't know where he was.

He remembered that Lan Shen said that the forest where the Imperial Forest Army hid was near Tianhua City, and if they could go to Tianhua City, they might be able to meet Pang Ying.

But Duan Qichi had never seen Pang Ying's face, and he couldn't recognize him when he met, so it was not a big problem.

As for Lan Shen, he naturally wanted to go with him, Ji Xuemian couldn't leave him alone in the camp, if he couldn't see Lan Shen, Ji Xuemian would be afraid that he would die.

Thinking of this, Ji Xuemian said nothing, just looked up at Duan Qichi's smiling eyes.

This pair of naturally affectionate peach blossom eyes showed how wise he was, and Ji Xuemian was also shocked at a glance.

Duan Qichi has a handsome appearance that makes countless men and women in the capital miss him. After being thrown in southern Xinjiang for many years, he still has followers who are obsessed with his appearance.

The tall and handsome man has a dignified and extraordinary demeanor. His long jet-black hair hangs down to his waist, as if he is holding a Churakawa, and it is as gorgeous and luxurious as satin.

He stood leisurely in the scorching sun, as if he was about to melt into the scorching heat wave.

Duan Qichi has vigorous vitality, he is ambitious, and will never give up until he achieves his goal.

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes, and said in a cool and graceful voice, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Duan Qichi restrained his expression and smiled: "Go, go back to my tent, quietly, don't be seen by others."

see?Duan Qichi wished that everyone could see it.

Just let the scorching sun melt Ji Xuemian's solemn snow and melt him into a puddle of water, so he can only be imprisoned in the deep palace, with him day and night in the mandarin duck blanket.

If you are sick and weak, don't work too hard. Wouldn't it be nice for An Ansheng to be a favorite concubine?

Of course, Duan Qichi just thought about it.

Looking at his eyes, Ji Xuemian immediately knew that Duan Qichi's thoughts had flown to the sky, and the madness that was about to eat him reached his eyes.

Ji Xuemian believed that the so-called regent should go to prison and repent, regretting that he wanted to seize the throne and sit in a high hall that did not belong to him. This is the right way.

Although, it's not enough to kill him.

Ji Xuemian decided to take a step first, leaving him with a cold and lonely back.

Duan Qichi recalled Ji Xuemian's face just now, with snow-white cheeks, black hair wrapped around fingers, and a face as beautiful as a jade wall, and like a fragrant lily blooming in a deep valley.

I gently rubbed my fingers, as if there was still that touch of tenderness.

Duan Qichi shook his head and chuckled, and followed behind with his hands behind his back.

All the soldiers were training in the school grounds, and there were a few soldiers scattered in the camp, holding grass in their mouths, basking in the sun and doing nothing.

When a pair of footsteps came, the soldiers hurriedly opened their eyes, straightened their clothes, and saluted the two dignitaries: "My lord, Mr. Ji, it's lunch break now, we..."

Knowing that Duan Qichi has always been iron-blooded, he doesn't like to see soldiers slacking off, but how can anyone not be tired?

Lin Yuan came out to smooth things over, "My lord, let them have a rest after dinner?"

Duan Qichi didn't say anything, and nodded lightly, "You can't treat people like cows and horses to death, just lie down. Lin Yuan, don't go, pack up your clothes, and accompany me into the city later, leave the camp to the lieutenants , there is Shen Jing over there in the school grounds. As for the Inspector, Mr. Yan, you should arrange him properly."

Lin Yuan nodded: "Yes, my lord, Mr. Yan is brewing medicine in the kitchen, and we are not allowed to disturb you. Will Mr. Ji also go to the city together? How many horses do you want? Can you ride a horse?"

He clearly meant something, Ji Xuemian raised his eyebrows, his eyes were sharp and cold: "There are only a few horses, is it difficult to count heads?"

After Lin Yuan was reprimanded by him, he immediately became a little scared, and quickly lowered his head, thinking that his prince was really suffering, and Ji Xuemian was a ruthless character who dared to reprimand even the emperor, and he didn't look at anyone's face. As for the donkey temper of his prince...

Lin Yuan replied dryly: "The last general... the last general knows, so I'll go now, I'll go now."

Ji Xuemian then gave instructions: "Call Lan Shen and let's go together."

Duan Qichi looked at Lin Yuan's stumbling figure, and burst out laughing with a "poof", when had he ever seen Lin Yuan so stupid, he was brave enough to carry a spear/epee on the battlefield naked, but he didn't dare to confront Ji Xuemian The last sentence is really embarrassing.

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, and hurriedly asked, "What's so ridiculous about your lord, why don't you hurry up and get into the tent..."

Duan Qichi smiled, opened the fur curtain as he said, and welcomed Ji Xuemian in.

Ji Xuemian stepped into the tent again, his mind was full of waves, he rubbed the center of his brows, and felt a little restrained for a while.

A pair of deep, ink-like eyes drooped in embarrassment, and he kept rubbing the center of his brow until it turned red, but he still couldn't stop.

Ji Xuemian has never encountered such a thing. He used to only focus on reading and writing, practicing sword and martial arts, and admonishing the young emperor. Now...

Ji Xuemian glanced across Duan Qichi like lightning, he smiled extremely happily, and sat at the table by himself, drinking ice-cold tea, but his eyes flicked over the rim of the cup, staring closely at Ji Xuemian.

Holding the cup, he raised his head slowly, swallowed the herbal tea into his throat, rolled his throat a few times, his eagle-like eyes were full of complacency, leisurely waiting for Ji Xuemian to take the bait.

Ji Xuemian let out a long sigh, how should he ask Duan Qichi for such a plea?

This person can't take the opportunity to bully himself?

Ji Xuemian had a headache and couldn't sit still, standing there like a stone statue.

Duan Qichi got up, and when he approached, Ji Xuemian forcibly resisted the thought of running out of the tent, jumping around in his mind repeatedly.

Taking advantage of this time, Duan Qichi fulfilled his wish and grabbed Ji Xuemian to sit on his lap, and untied his belt with his hand, "My lord can't come, then I'll come and find your lord."

Duan Qichi seemed to be able to do a job with ease, but he was actually breathing heavily.

For the first time, Ji Xuemian didn't reprimand him for being unruly, her black hair drooped, her ears turned red and she didn't say a word.

His shoulders were shaking, his hands were behind his back, and he pressed Duan Qichi's knees, covering his red-dyed beauty's face in his dark hair, "Then hurry up..."

Halfway through the solution, Duan Qichi stopped, froze for a few breaths, and suddenly smiled, "Xue Mian, if only you were willing to be so obedient."

Hearing this, Ji Xuemian's mood fluctuated suddenly, what is this?

A king regent, a chief assistant emperor teacher, usually a person who is a glorious figure, but when he is in a private corner where there is no one, what he does and says is all absurd.

Ji Xuemian's snow-white neck was flushed with spring, and he freed his two hands, allowing Duan Qichi's hot hand to hold on his back, pinching Duan Qichi's shoulder.

"Stop talking." Ji Xuemian's eyes were like ink waves.

His fingers were lifted up by Duan Qichi, and he put them into his mouth, rubbing his teeth lightly, sucking until it turned red.

One, two—

Ji Xuemian's fingers were almost on fire.

Ji Xuemian's hands were thin and slender, and the blue blood vessels on the back of the hands would shatter when squeezed, warm and cool, it was really a sick person's body.

He was really sick, crumbling, Duan Xichi thought, bring him to the witch doctor he knew in Tianhua City.

Ji Xuemian had never been so embarrassed in her life.

Duan Qichi was pecking and kissing along his pale pink fingertips, fingers, wrist, and forearm.

It wasn't until Ji Xuemian's whole body started to shake that he tilted his head and lazily explained to him: "It won't be long, I'll wait for you to call me."

Ji Xuemian knew it well: "What do you call me?"

Duan Qichi's hand had already been under the thin shirt, with a smile all over his face: "Guess."

Ji Xuemian refused: "No."

Duan Qichi also had a trick to treat him: "Then don't take it, just keep it in your mouth."

The hatchback was at a stalemate, and the time passed by breath by breath.

Ji Xuemian felt that those things were almost in his stomach, as if he couldn't get up, couldn't get up, and couldn't get down, it was so uncomfortable that it could drive people crazy.

Didn't he just want to subdue himself?Anyway, no one else can see it, so just call it!

Ji Xuemian bit her lower lip, hardened her heart, thought of several words, and chose the one that could be shouted the most.

After all, she begged in a low voice: "...Jiuye, please."

Duan Qichi, who thought he would call himself "Brother Ah Chi", was stunned.

Then it got hotter all over.

what happened?

I couldn't help but call Brother Ah Chi on the bed, and called Master Jiu under the bed.

The word Lord made Duan Qichi inexplicably think of profane words, but it came from the cold and indifferent Ji Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian really knows it.

Duan Qichi's mind was blown away by Ji Xuemian's unconscious waves, "So you're not a nerd."

But Ji Xuemian is not good at this way, he just yelled casually, what's more, he coaxed him to take out the jade beads first.

Duan Qichi was dealt with honestly by Ji Xuemian, this time there is no excuse to embarrass him anymore.

In this posture, with a little effort, he took out a string of seven jade beads.

During this period, his subordinates used some strength to pat Ji Xuemian, "Don't be nervous."

Ji Xuemian endured it, even the corners of his eyes were burning red.

Duan Xichi squeezed the seven beads in his palm, chattering and playing around, telling the truth: "Si Ling, you are so hot."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes to cover the misty mist, and even her voice seemed to be covered with great shame: "Can we go?"

Duan Qichi casually picked up a piece of cloth, wiped his hands and the jade marbles, and said leisurely: "Don't worry, Yan Ming is brewing medicine, you drink the medicine before leaving."

Ji Xuemian was speechless for a moment, got up and withdrew, turned behind Duan Qichi, straightened his clothes without trembling fingers.

Behind the back, Duan Qichi wiped the jade finger, put his thumb back on, twirled it around, thought of something, and said without fear of death: "It turns out that no matter how cold it is, it's always hot there."

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