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The blood was bright red and glaring, Ji Xuemian closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing, after a few breaths, he coughed again, the five internal organs in his body were so painful that it was almost broken, Ji Xuemian had never experienced this kind of pain.

This cough lasted more than a dozen times, and when he was finally able to breathe normally, even his clothes were splashed with blood, Ji Xuemian's lips were stained with blood, his eyes were distracted, and he even forgot to wipe it off.

Duan Qichi held his hand all the time, and couldn't do anything else.

Ji Xuemian's body temperature was very cold, but somehow he felt that Duan Qichi's palm was getting hotter and hotter.

He frowned, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped away the blood on Ji Xuemian's lips bit by bit.

"How long have you been like this?"

Ji Xuemian didn't even have the strength to shake his head, so he slumped against the carved beam under the bed curtain, his black hair scattered behind him, sweating all over his body, and a few strands stuck to his skin.

Ji Xuemian first pointed to his heart, then pointed down, and shook his head feebly.

He wanted to say that since arriving in southern Xinjiang, his body has been getting worse day by day.

It's not because of the climate in southern Xinjiang that Yan Ming said, but...

Ji Xuemian had no evidence and was unwilling to frame others. Except for the old man who didn't know what drug he had given him at the beginning, no one else had touched him.

Duan Qichi looked at his face with a sullen face, with a mess of anger in his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, how did you vent your anger on yourself when I brought you back to the camp?"

Ji Xuemian's cheeks turned red all of a sudden, her chest heaved rapidly, her lips were tightly closed, and she refused to say anything.

Duan Qichi was about to burst out of anger, but he couldn't bear to criticize Ji Xuemian even if he spoke harshly.

I could only hold his hand, tight and tight.

"You...don't even blaspheme yourself?"

Ji Xuemian's cheeks were blood red, suffering from the weakness of his hands, he would have slapped him to death.

Duan Qichi saw that he didn't answer, and all the answers were clear at a glance.

"Xue Mian, why are you bothering?"

Ji Xuemian covered his mouth and closed his eyes.

The warm touch flowed between the fingers, Ji Xuemian couldn't bear to look at it, and let him lick the remaining blood in his fingers, tender and gentle.

Until Ji Xuemian couldn't take it anymore, she withdrew her hand and hid her fists under the quilt, refusing to look at him for life or death.

Outside the door, Lan Shen was attracted by Ji Xuemian's crazily coughing up blood, and when he pushed the door open, he didn't bother to salute, and knelt down beside Ji Xuemian's bed.

Following behind him was Pang Ying, the President of the Imperial Army who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Ji Xuemian pressed her heart, squinted her eyes, Pang Ying came at the wrong time.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Duan Qichi, who was also looking at Pang Ying with unkind eyes.

Anyone who is stared at by Duan Qichi will feel as uncomfortable as if he has thorns all over his body, and Pang Ying is no exception.

Pang Ying closed her eyes and boldly asked, "Prince Regent, can you make it easier for me, I have something to say to Master Ji alone."

Pang Ying didn't know what to do, he relied on Ji Xuemian lying there, and with the support of the first assistant emperor, he bet that Duan Qichi would not make things difficult for him.

Lan Shen had been waiting for Ji Xuemian to hear the voice, and then said anxiously: "My lord, don't move, I'll go to Yan Ming to get your pulse!"

Ji Xuemian: "No...don't use Yan Ming, get another doctor."

Lan Shen didn't understand: "Why? Master Yan is on good terms with you and won't harm you!"

Duan Qichi suddenly raised an issue: "Lan Shen, you go out first and call Lin Yuan over."

Lan Shen reluctantly went.

As soon as he left, Ji Xuemian coughed again, Duan Qichi turned his head and gave him a sharp look, and actually left, Pang Ying heaved a sigh of relief.

Duan Qichi closed the door, not bothering to eavesdrop on the conversation between their master and servant.

Lin Yuan moved down from the roof and immediately surrounded him.

Seeing the murderous intent on his face, Lin Yuan asked cautiously, "My lord, what's the matter with Mr. Ji?"

Duan Qichi said: "Lin Yuan, go find a witch doctor named Lian Ha, and bring him here as quickly as possible, so as not to be discovered by people from southern Xinjiang."

Lin Yuan was a reassuring subordinate, so he flew to the room to look for him without saying a word.

Duan Qichi stood at the door of Ji Xuemian, with his hands behind his back, looking at the closed door for a long time.

At this time, it was raining in southern Xinjiang, Duan Qichi lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and looked at the little blood left.

House seemingly endless rain.

Inside the house, Ji Xuemian heard thunder, and he was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe.

Pang Ying also carefully helped Ji Xuemian to sit up.

However, Ji Xuemian's back was so sore that it was all due to Duan Qichi...

Pang Ying didn't realize it, "Master, why can't you sit up?"

Ji Xuemian tried her best not to express any emotion in her words, "I was just going to find you."

Pang Ying's eyes turned red all of a sudden: "My lord, I thought you—forget it, I won't say that word. Don't worry, my lord. I have already sent the Imperial Forest Army to infiltrate Tianhua City. As long as you give the order, I think it will be done soon." Incorporated."

Ji Xuemian nodded slightly, "It's hard work."

Pang Ying wiped away his tears, and excitedly held Ji Xuemian's hand: "It's not hard, my lord, the rest of us have already thought about the next step. We can't wait until the regent returns to the capital. We have already made plans to solve the regent in southern Xinjiang." king!"

Ji Xuemian was startled for a moment, then fell into silence.

His heart was about to jump out, and he began to panic.

How is this going?He should immediately agree with Pang Ying's idea, but now he is...hesitating.

"What... do you plan?" Ji Xuemian asked slowly.

Pang Ying said: "Tomorrow we will ask the regent to go hunting in Paoma Mountain in southern Xinjiang. We will take this opportunity to shoot him!"

Ji Xuemian was silent for a while, but Duan Qichi's face kept appearing in his mind.

He wanted to kill Duan Qichi, but not in southern Xinjiang.

At least... Duan Qichi had to go back alive.

"Okay, let's do it like this." Ji Xuemian agreed.

Pang Ying breathed a sigh of relief, Ji Xuemian's reaction just now was not happy, he almost suspected that Ji Xuemian also betrayed the court and stood by Duan Qichi.

At this time, Lin Yuan hurried in with a man dressed as a witch.

Lin Yuan said: "Young Master Ji, this is Dr. Lianha. I can see the strange disease on your body."

Duan Qichi followed closely, and said without hesitation, "You guys go out."

Ji Xuemian sat quietly, Lianha put two fingers on his veins, and said bluntly, "Is the young master a brother?"

Ji Xuemian bit her lower lip, noncommittal.

Lian Ha said bluntly, "Do you want to have a baby?"

Ji Xuemian's eyes were red: "No..."

Lian Ha nodded: "That's good, you can't have a baby."

Ji Xuemian breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine if you can't give birth.

In case there is a child of the Prince Regent, Ji Xuemian might as well commit suicide.

Lian Ha raised her eyebrows, and just about to say something, seeing Ji Xuemian's pale and stern face, she forced herself to hold back.

"Also, there is residual poison in your body. This kind of Gu is love Gu. In some respects, that young master saved your life. But as long as you leave Southern Border, this kind of Gu will die. The disadvantage is that you As long as you stay in southern Xinjiang, you have to have sex with men, and it will make your life easier if you have that young master to help you."

Ji Xuemian was about to bury her head in the quilt, her black hair was scattered, reflected on the flushed skin, and the pair of butterfly bones were as thin as cicada wings, so fragile that a little force could crush him.

Ji Xuemian waited for a long time, then raised his head, "Send off...guests..."

Lianha got the reward and left in a hurry.

He was so anxious, Ji Xuemian felt that something was wrong.

Duan Qichi sat down quietly, poured a cup of hot water, and handed it to Ji Xuemian's lips.

Ji Xuemian turned her head and refused to drink.

Duan Qichi smiled, as if he wasn't the one who spoke recklessly just now.

"Are you angry again? Lianha wants to tell the truth, don't pay too much attention to it, isn't it a good thing not to have children?"

Although Ji Xuemian's consciousness is not clear, she can only grasp the last trace of her thoughts, until she is deceived by him again.

"This man...he has a ghost."

If the bewitched Ji Xuemian is a pawn of the old man.

Then this Lianha is probably another pawn Duan Qichi used to catch the big man.

It's impossible for Lian Ha not to know Duan Qichi's identity. There may be two reasons why he didn't say anything.

First, he is indeed a doctor.

Second, he wanted to report back and take the opportunity to defend against Duan Qichi.

Ji Xuemian's headache was about to split, and he didn't want to think about these messy life and death schemes for the time being.

Lin Yuan came in, "My lord, send Lianha away, the last general has already sent someone to follow."

Duan Qichi nodded and sat back beside Ji Xuemian again.

Ji Xuemian begged him with a voice that could only be heard by two people: "Don't tell others..."

Duan Qichi didn't comment, but asked him in a low voice: "How can I make you feel better?"

Ji Xuemian glanced at the old and simple Changqin in the corner, thinking that it should be Lingyin.

"...Can it play?"

Lin Yuan said: "Our lord is fighting in the frontier, and he only watched the sunset in Changsha, but never played the piano. Mr. Shoufu might be a bit embarrassing, isn't he?"

Duan Qichi bypassed Lin Yuan and sat by the piano by himself.

Lin Yuan was stunned, and after two breaths, he turned around and left.

Duan Qichi casually plucked the strings, the sound of the piano was soft and clear, not like a folk tune.

With sharp ears, Ji Xuemian recognized that it was the court Ci Pai "Flower House West".

As soon as this song came out, Ji Xuemian frowned.

"Flower House West" is a sad song. The person who wrote this song is a humble woman with a low score, and she sang all the pain and sorrow of being a slave in the harem.

The reason why Ji Xuemian heard this song was because she accidentally met a palace maid who was about to die. She played this song and was tortured alive.

How could Duan Qichi do that?

It is impossible for him to be a lowly palace slave when he studied at the Imperial College.

He was always bullied, and when he saw him the next day, his body was covered in purple and blue ruler marks, with deep and long scars, but his eyes did not look like they had been crying.

Ji Xuemian thought that if he was Duan Qichi, he would feel ashamed to face others, and wished he could lie under the quilt at night and feel sad.

He was at least briefly loved by his parents.

Duan Qichi's subordinates didn't stop, and the song ended.

Ji Xuemian came back to his senses, and Duan Qichi had already walked over, stroking his eyebrows with his fingers, "I'll give you a secret too, we owe each other now, you can't die."

secret?

Owe?

Ji Xuemian licked his lips and nodded his head, "Okay, that's the deal."