The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian's cheeks turned green, he picked up the ink table casually, and smashed it over with lightning speed.

Duan Qichi turned his head quickly, and the ink platform flew a foot away against his cheek.

The curtain was lifted, Yan Ming held a hot pot, opened his mouth halfway, and just shouted the word "Ji", followed by a scream of "Ah".

An ink table hit Yan Ming's knee, the pain made his hands tremble, his legs bent and he knelt down, the soldier who raised the curtain for him quickly caught the soup and knelt down.

The soldier raised the tray tremblingly: "My lord, the medicine is ready."

Duan Qichi continued to drink tea with a serious face: "To Mr. Ji."

Ji Xuemian, who was named, stood in a mess, sneered slightly, walked quickly to Yan Ming's side, grabbed Yan Ming's collar and lifted it violently.

Yan Ming was forced to stand upright, lowered his head and lifted his trouser leg, and the skin immediately turned purple, and complained endlessly: "I said, can you not hurt the innocent?"

Sweat was still oozing from Ji Xuemian's forehead, Yan Ming leaned too close to him, and a very sweet and cold fragrance came in his nose, Yan Ming did not doubt that he was there: "Master Ji, there is a man hiding in this tent. Is it a woman? Is it so fragrant?"

Duan Qichi smiled lightly, "That's right, there is a beauty hidden, Mr. Ji didn't snatch me, he was so angry that he wanted to beat me to death."

Yan Ming was relieved: "Hey, what's the matter, Master Ji, why bother to fight with the regent? When I return to the capital, I will introduce you to my cousin's second daughter, who looks beautiful."

Ji Xuemian took the tray from the soldier with a cold face, motioned him to go out, and turned his head: "Master Yan, I'm sorry, sit down."

Yan Ming bared his teeth and sat at the table, naturally he didn't dare to sit face to face with Duan Qichi, sat on his left, and asked for instructions: "Regent, how is the situation in southern Xinjiang?"

The tone is neither humble nor overbearing, which is a rare tough bone in the court.

Duan Qichi stayed in Beijing for more than ten years, but he didn't return to Beijing for two years. With the support of Ji Xuemian, Yan Ming grew up rapidly.

He is also an iron blood official that Duan Qi has long expected to be difficult to crack. Unlike Ji Xuemian, Yan Ming usually speaks tactfully and has a very clear mind.

Therefore, Duan Qichi would not be an enemy of quick-witted courtiers, he didn't care about poaching Ji Xuemian's corner, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing so for the sake of seizing the position.

It's just that among the hundreds of courtiers, Ji Xuemian is alone, a dead-headed person, and he doesn't look back when he hits the south wall and bleeds.

Duan Qichi didn't care that the two people in front of him wanted to kill him at this moment, instead he poured Yan Ming a cup of tea with his own hands.

Yan Ming took it and thanked him.

Ji Xuemian looked at them quietly without saying a word.

Duan Qichi really didn't hide it at all, it was not that easy to bribe Yan Ming.

It is impossible for Ji Xuemian to let go, and he will not let Duan Qichi pry open the pillars of the country that he has managed for many years, one by one, he will not give up.

Different from the unserious and frivolous tone towards Ji Xuemian, in front of the world, Duan Qichi is a real ruthless character, who is most suitable for him when he sees blood when he kills people.

Duan Qichi pondered for a moment, "It's almost done. When Tianhua City is captured, you can withdraw your troops with money and return to the court."

Yan Ming probed: "I came all the way, and I heard that the most powerful branch of the local tribes in southern Xinjiang occupies Tianhua City. The regent is going to Tianhua City, because he wants to win it in one fell swoop?"

Duan Qichi remained calm and said, "This small elite army in the camp was specially reserved for Tianhua City by me."

That's...not right.

Ji Xuemian knew that Duan Qichi had already dispersed his army into countless groups, and the whole southern Xinjiang was his eyeliner, and it would only be a matter of time before he regained the lost ground.

But Tianhua City, the most important stronghold, can truly determine who the entire southern border belongs to.

The surrounding tribes died and fled, but Tianhua City was peaceful through singing and dancing. Duan Xichi hadn't attacked Tianhua City after so long, there must be another reason.

Ji Xuemian remembered that when he first arrived in southern Xinjiang, the Imperial Forest Army was not familiar with the complex terrain of southern Xinjiang, and the first city they found was Tianhua City.

Outside Tianhua City, there was an old man from a tribe. He saw the Imperial Forest Army who were clearly dressed as people from the Central Plains, and ordered them to shoot arrows.

The Yulin Army was caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties. Ji Xuemian was taken away by him, and only then did he meet Duan Qichi.

Ji Xuemian's pupils suddenly dilated.

He suddenly realized that Duan Qichi might have already collaborated with the enemy!

Thinking of this possibility, Ji Xuemian's heart beat wildly, a fire flowed from his lungs to his limbs, igniting every cold nerve in his hands and feet.

He knew that the Imperial Forest Army was going to come to southern Xinjiang, so he first left the stronghold of Tianhua City, pretended to allow the old man to enter the city to win him over, and then calculated the day when the Imperial Forest Army would arrive in Southern Xinjiang, and borrowed the old man's knife to kill Ji Xuemian's people. The old man took it in one fell swoop.

The old man accidentally spared Ji Xuemian's life. One is that Ji Xuemian is indeed beautiful, and the other is that it is not...

Duan Qichi had created a reputation for himself as a lover of beauties, so in order to please Duan Qichi, the old man naturally offered Ji Xuemian to him.

Lan Shen didn't know anything about this, so he went to ask Duan Qichi, who was the most powerful in this place, Duan Qichi took the opportunity to pretend to be a good guy, quarreled with the old man, pretended to be unhappy, and bought Ji Xuemian's gold bars back to the camp. Pretending to know nothing has lied to him for so long!

No wonder he went to a brothel that day, and Duan Qichi who came out of nowhere caught him without saying a word!

That night, the camp was attacked by people from southern Xinjiang who released Gu insects, so it must be the old man's people, otherwise, no one would have been able to find Duan Qichi's camp.

The old man probably also realized that he was playing tricks on him, after all, Duan Qichi is a real mad dog.

Now, Duan Qichi has fulfilled his wish to "captive" Ji Xuemian back to the camp. As the most terrifying behind-the-scenes manipulator in the entire southern border, he will soon kill the donkey and quickly take back Tianhua City. The tribe he used enough to throw away The leader, the old man, I'm afraid he didn't even know how to die!

It turned out that before Ji Xuemian arrived in southern Xinjiang, Duan Qichi had already counted him in!

Duan Qichi was looked at by him like this, but he smiled lightly, lowered his eyes, and took a sip of tea nonchalantly.

If he dared to tell Ji Xuemian this sentence, he was not afraid that Ji Xuemian would know the truth.

Duan Qichi's tone was gentle, and he asked him slowly: "Master Shoufu, what are you thinking?"

Ji Xuemian sat quietly drinking tea, with a lot of calculations in his heart.

If the little emperor's mother and concubine lost the backing of the regent, they might personally lift the little emperor up and listen to the government behind the curtain.

Pressing the gourd and lifting it up, Ji Xuemian would rather die than see this kind of scene happen.

The enemy is strong and we are weak, so Ji Xuemian said calmly, "I'm thinking, I have to live well, the emperor can't live without my assistant."

Yan Ming looked at Ji Xuemian carefully. Although his complexion was pale and indifferent, his complexion was very good. His spirit was brighter than those of the Guozijian. His eyes were beautiful and dazzling, like two fires that could not be extinguished.

It was very strange, Yan Ming had only seen it on the face of the sickly bride whom his elder brother married back home, and that was the morning after the wedding night.

There is red in the white, and pink in the red.

It is evidence that it has been nourished by some love fanaticism.

This is too explosive...

Yan Ming glanced at Duan Qichi, who had always been calm, from the corner of his eye, not daring to think about it.

Who doesn't know that Duan Qichi, the regent, is simply boring. There is only an old housekeeper and a group of servants in the mansion, and there is not even a mistress who is in charge of the house. All the courtiers in the capital want to marry Jiao'e who has not left the cabinet. There were even quite a few courtiers who wanted to marry the youngest son, but they were all rejected one by one.

I heard that Duan Qichi didn't care much about boudoir interests since he was a child, he is a weirdo, he has kept himself clean for so many years, and is more conservative than a young girl.

On the contrary, it was Ji Xuemian...who didn't know, he was a frequent visitor to the brothel?

Yan Ming couldn't figure it out, Ji Xuemian lied to him, how many times he had slept with the regent, right?

After hesitating for a while, he still boldly asked: "Master Ji, I don't know anything about your illness, I have to give you a pulse before I can prescribe the right medicine."

Ji Xuemian couldn't refuse Yan Ming's kindness, so she struggled a bit, and could only lift up her sleeves and expose her wrists on the table.

For some reason, Duan Qichi's heart stopped beating.

On this wrist...

It's almost invisible, it's full of red and pink bites/marks, very fresh.

Duan Qichi thought about the incident in the tent just now, and the corners of his mouth curled up little by little.

Only Yan Ming felt as if he was being tortured, and he felt his pulse: "Hiss...how do I feel..."

Ji Xuemian frowned, and quickly withdrew her hand, "Forget it, I know my body well."

Yan Ming rubbed his chin, "It's not right! Your pulse is not right, the problem is that I really don't know what's wrong! No, you let me do it again..."

Ji Xuemian's heart roared, his lungs almost exploded in fright.

Brother's pulse must be different from that of ordinary men, it is weak and thin, it really flows like a river, extremely soft.

For someone like Ji Xuemian who can fight and resist, it is impossible for Yan Ming to think about his elder brother.

With Ji Xuemian's illness all over his body, it's easy to fool Yan Ming, a doctor with half a bucket of water.

"Master Yan, if I see something good or bad, I have committed the crime of deceiving the emperor, and I can no longer live."

Blocked by him, Yan Ming was speechless for a while, the former emperor was Ji Xuemian's benefactor, and Ji Xuemian was willing to risk his whole body to stand by the king's side, just for the word "en".

The crime of deceiving the emperor in his mouth is that he failed to protect the little emperor when he grew up, and kept his breath to guard the country for him.

Really stubborn.

Yan Ming also insisted: "What if there is a serious illness! Let me take a look!"

Ji Xuemian said calmly: "There is no cure for serious illnesses, and there is no need for minor illnesses. Don't worry."

Yan Ming slapped the table anxiously: "Do you treat me as an outsider!"

All the tea was spilled, Duan Qichi hesitated to speak, and silently wiped the spilled tea on the corner of Ji Xuemian's clothes.

Ji Xuemian narrowed his eyes, staring at the water stain, and met Duan Qichi's eyes full of smiles.

There was a commotion outside the tent, and several people fought.

After a while, Lan Shen's face was full of color, and he rushed into the tent without saying a word, "What's wrong with you, my lord! I heard someone knocking on the table, is it King Xiao——"

Ji Xuemian glanced at him helplessly, "Go out."

Lan Shen has always been impulsive, caring about the safety of his lord, seeing him sitting upright, said "ah", "My lord, I have something else to do, I picked up another...belly bag just now when I was patrolling the guard."

"Don't look at evil." Yan Ming muttered, turning his head and not daring to look.

Ji Xuemian's head grew big looking at this thing, so who set it up!

This time the apron is white, stained with red blood, and a spider is impressively drawn on it.

This is the second time that "spiders" have been found in the camp. Duan Qichi didn't ask people to search the camp this time. Instead, he found it interesting: "It seems that all the "spiders" haven't died yet."

After speaking, thinking of Ji Xuemian's red eyes from crying that night, he focused on staring at Ji Xuemian, clicked his tongue, and sighed: "I can't be my Lord Shoufu this time, can I? I didn't find any bellyband on you last night. "

The atmosphere became tense, and Yan Ming felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Ji Xuemian clenched his fists and interrupted him without saying a word: "Master Yan, you will be your inspector in the camp. The regent and I are going to Tianhua City, and we will return as soon as we go."

Then he raised his hand, frowned, and drank the bitter soup.

Ji Xuemian licked the bitter juice from his lips, unable to bear it anymore: "This is too bad to drink."

Yan Ming told the truth: "There are still several pots."

Watching Ji Xuemian drink up the medicine in the bowl, Duan Qichi got up and went out. Outside the tent, Lin Yuan had already prepared the horse, waiting for the two of them to come out.

Who would have thought that the four of them would be stopped by Qi Qi as soon as they entered Tianhua City.

The people outside the city are full of coarse linen clothes, blocking the gate of the city.

The rough officers and soldiers yelled: "I will search everyone who enters the city! Stand there for me! If you dare to leave again, our great Gu master will not kill you!"

A voodoo master with beads and wooden balls all over his head was sitting in a sedan chair carried by ten people with his legs crossed, his eyes fixed on everyone's eyes.

Ji Xuemian thought, it was mind reading, he was observing who was the thief of King Xiao's army trying to enter the city.

There are at least two to three forces in the entire Tianhua City, Duan Qichi's army, the old man's tribe, and the "spider" who doesn't know if he is dead or not.

Only Ji Xuemian knew that there were still those stragglers of the Royal Forest Army hiding in the dark, making good use of them would be the most beneficial for Ji Xuemian to take the lead in returning to southern Xinjiang.

The Gu Masters stared at Ji Xuemian closely, from head to toe.

Ji Xuemian didn't like lewd eyes the most, she turned her head away first, then rolled her eyelids, her glints flew over, and looked at the Gu Master coldly.

Like a beautiful and quilted horse.

The Gu Master's chest rose and fell quickly, and he called the officers and soldiers to take down Ji Xuemian: "He is the only one, that man who looks better than Sister Mei, catch him here! I will search him myself!"

The Gu Master was so excited that even his legs were shaking: "I want to see if there is not much water in the beauty with so much water in her eyes."

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