The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Another arrow is too blatant.

Ji Xuemian thought for a while, raised his hand without thinking, and shot another arrow.

But this arrow nailed to the branch in front of Duan Qichi.

Because Duan Qichi raised his hands as if surrendering, tilted his head lazily, and smiled very wearily.

"You don't want to kill people, Mr. Ji has a good way, please forgive me, I admit defeat!"

His innocent horse kicked its hooves and was reined by its owner. It wanted to run but couldn't. It felt uncomfortable, neighed, and was restless.

Ji Xuemian withdrew his bow, clenched his fists, and coughed twice.

Seeing that Ji Xuemian missed, Pang Ying asked in puzzlement, "My lord, why didn't you win with one strike!"

Ji Xuemian raised his chin slightly, "Look at Lin Yuan."

Pang Ying followed his gaze, and Lin Yuan hurried over, holding a pile of food.

Pang Ying couldn't help being dejected, and said in a deep voice: "Forget it, if I still miss it, it would be good to hurt the regent. At least his arm is broken, and it won't be healed for a while, and the camp will be set on fire at worst."

Ji Xuemian tilted her head lightly, her voice was as cold as the ice deep in the Tianshan Mountains, "Pang Ying, I know you are eager to kill him, but don't forget, killing the regent or regaining southern Xinjiang is more important."

Pang Ying looked gloomy, thought for a long time, and then said: "This subordinate is eager for success, at least until the Tianhua City is broken and the camp is set on fire... It's true that I lacked consideration."

Ji Xuemian looked serious, "It's not a lack of consideration, I understand your eagerness. But if we want to win the southern border, we still need Duan Qichi's army/team to assist us. Don't quarrel with them for the time being. Remember, use your strength to fight, don't be reckless .”

Pang Ying obviously listened to the advice, and fell into deep thinking, "I will wait for my subordinates to think about it. When Tianhua City is breached, it will definitely be the best time."

Ji Xuemian nodded slightly, "Just think about it, I'll go back as soon as I go."

Ji Xuemian got up, shook out his robe, and wrapped himself in the clothes, as if he was afraid of the cold.

On such a day, the sun is very strong, but the wind is cool.

Ji Xuemian felt her bones trembling, grabbed the reins with a pair of cool hands, stepped on the pedals on the horse's belly, turned on the horse, and before Pang Ying could react, she had already galloped a long way.

Pang Ying looked at him silently, and he didn't always understand Ji Xuemian's words and deeds, as if covered by clouds and mist, as if he ran from the capital to the southern border on his own way, even if the best generals in the capital were the fewest, it was not counted. No.

But he seemed worried, all he could think about was the country and society surnamed Xuan.

However, as a courtier, loyalty and filial piety are paramount, Ji Xuemian is a celebrity around the emperor, a person who is supposed to cover the sky with one hand is modest and prudent, and he does it flawlessly. Seeing is not believing.

Presuming Lord Shoufu's mind was a felony, Pang Ying was finally relieved and didn't call out to stop him.

Lin Yuan's horse ran towards Lan Shen, Lan Shen met Lin Yuan, the two of them didn't pay any attention to what their master was doing.

Ji Xuemian's bones and blood were about to flow back from the horse, but his vision was exceptionally clear.

He watched Duan Qichi drive his horse to the woods, but he didn't know what kind of tricks he had, or was he...

Is this dead?

Ji Xuemian shook her head, throwing out such unreasonable thoughts.

But he couldn't help thinking this way in his heart, after all, his arrow was really ruthless, and he didn't spare any sympathy.

To be precise, this forest is a forest of wild peach blossoms.

Following the sound of the horse's hooves, Ji Xuemian chased after him, and saw Duan Qichi standing under a tree, tying the horse to a branch.

Hearing that Ji Xuemian's horse was getting closer, Duan Qichi didn't look back, "Are you willing to care about me at this time?"

Ji Xuemian said, "You think too much."

Duan Qichi smiled and looked into the distance, "It's a kite, it hit a tree."

Spring is the season for kite flying, and it is normal for a child's kite to blow up a tree.

"Mother, where is my kite?"

"Don't worry, let's take it off..."

The child was definitely going to pick the kite, Ji Xuemian didn't want the child to see Duan Qichi bleeding, so he got off the horse, twitched the horse, and decisively drove the two horses away.

The wild peach trees on this slope were in full bloom, without thinking, Ji Xuemian pushed Duan Qichi into the bushes, and followed him into the bushes.

"Shh, don't talk."

Duan Qichi's voice was very low, like a whisper, "Why didn't you kill me just now?"

Ji Xuemian thought about it for a moment, and then he spoke the truth, "The emperor has a decree, asking me to spare your life."

He didn't mention anything else, what he said was illusory, using the emperor to control him, Duan Xichi refused to accept it.

However, even Duan Qichi couldn't grasp Ji Xuemian's mood, so he said as usual: "This is not an excuse, kill me, your little emperor's seat will be more secure."

Duan Qichi had a smile on his lips, "Or, are you afraid that if I die in southern Xinjiang, the situation in the capital will lose your control?"

Ji Xuemian warned him coldly: "Of course I have my own considerations, don't worry about it."

Duan Qichi said leisurely: "I don't care? You won't kill me, and you won't let me ask you? It may not be too overbearing and unreasonable, right?"

Ji Xuemian was startled, and he coughed twice angrily, just about to say something, but his eyes suddenly enlarged.

"Do you know that seeing a kite reminds me of the past," Duan Qichi paused, "Si Ling's eyes are still as beautiful as ever."

"you--"

Ji Xuemian stepped back, bumped into a branch, and trampled on the green leaves all over the ground.

There were a lot of flowers falling under the tree, Duan Qichi stretched his belt, bowed his head, and held his pair of thin bamboo sticks in his mouth gently, imprisoning Ji Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian was already too tall, but Duan Qichi was a bit taller than him, covering him up almost completely covered him.

Ji Xuemian was forced to raise his chin, and pressed his hands heavily into the rough and thick bark. His fingernails were tightened several times, and his already white fingertips became even colder.

He withdrew his strength from supporting the branch, and took a gamble to push Duan Qichi, but it seemed that he pushed against a solid stone wall.

Ji Xuemian cried out inwardly, but Duan Qichi grabbed her two slender wrists, and she had nowhere to support her.

However, this old tree root is crumbling and unstable, and God really doesn't help.

Duan Qichi took Ji Xuemian into his arms as he wished, so that he could only rely on the protection given by the torturer.

Ji Xuemian was tightly surrounded by him, and wanted to kick him so much.

But he felt a bit of blood in his mouth, and suddenly lost his sense of proportion.

The breeze was blowing slowly, Ji Xuemian's cheeks were so hot that he had a fever. He was just recovering from illness, but the collar of his inner shirt, which should have been tightly seamed, was blown away by the wind.

Under the thin lapel, the two shoulder blades trembled alone, and there was nothing wrong with snow in front of his eyes.

Duan Qichi looked at him straight.

Ji Xuemian only wore a moon-white gown embroidered with delicate magnolia flowers, and his whole figure was like a precious and fragile white jade vessel, which could be broken with some force.

He was still sick, he was still struggling just now, after being exhausted, now he really has no energy.

Ji Xuemian suffered from not being able to scold Duan Qichi angrily, so he could only twist his long eyebrows, enduring Duan Qichi's insanity.

The calm and dark fragrance quietly penetrated into Duan Qichi's mind along with the wind, and with a sudden boom, it was about to completely break his thoughts.

Ji Xuemian is like a wounded crane left in the world, but Duan Qichi doesn't want to soften his heart just because of this.

After all, this sick and high-ranking cruel man just stretched his strength and shot himself with an arrow.

Putting his annoyance away, Duan Qichifu opened his eyes, only to see Ji Xuemian staring at him.

It has been a long time, and Ji Xuemian's breathing is not smooth, almost suffocating.

Gradually, her cold eyes turned red like a thin cherry blossom.

Ji Xuemian lowered her head, feeling unspeakably depressed, "...Who is being unreasonable?"

Duan Qichi sighed, and helplessly pressed his fingertips against his red and swollen corners, and rubbed them lightly twice, full of comfort.

"You and I don't make sense, do you?"

Ji Xuemian looked down, Duan Qichi was pierced extremely deeply by his own arrow a few inches below the shoulder blade, and he is still bleeding.

So who is the more unreasonable person?

Ji Xuemian was so dizzy that it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

"...Mom, my kite is hanging on the tree!"

"Shh - don't bother anyone else."

"Why? Is there someone there?"

"They're in the wind, let's go, baby."

The kite on the top of the tree was lightly knocked down by the mother. Following her movements, several leaves fell to the ground. The spring tree was full of white peaches, and the petals fell on Duan Qichi's shoulder.

The peach blossoms were stained red with blood, so beautiful, stained with blood all over his body, he was still smiling happily, like a wicked ghost.

Ji Xuemian was shocked by this thought.

He forced his mind to calm down, and said in a low voice: "My lord, as long as you are willing to submit to the imperial court and there will be no more troubles, I am willing to stop embarrassing you."

The two pairs of eyes met, and Duan Qichi looked into his proud and cold phoenix eyes, but the black and white pupils were unconsciously stained with confusion.

Just because of myself.

Duan Qichi suddenly felt that the injury on his shoulder was not so serious.

"As long as southern Xinjiang is organized, it is imperative for me to do so."

Duan Qichi spoke word by word, but his proud eyes engraved the person in front of him deeply, even if it was you, I would never let him go.

Ji Xuemian's expression was more indifferent than his, "Aren't you listening to persuasion at all?"

Duan Qichi's heart was shocked, and he refused to let it go, so he rarely asked him, "Then will you listen to my advice?"

Ji Xuemian smiled lightly, "What do you want to persuade me?"

Duan Qichi stared at his cold face, feeling inexplicable resentment in his heart, "Advise you to resign and return home, will you agree?"

Ji Xuemian just laughed and didn't answer.

Duan Qichi sighed, "So, at least let me protect you back to the capital alive? Si Ling, don't blame me."

The chaotic footsteps of the Imperial Forest Army came from a distance, getting closer.

Ji Xuemian wanted to get up, but he pressed his shoulder.

He could no longer break free, unable to escape Duan Qichi's imprisonment.

"Duan Qichi!"

Duan Qichi pulled him under the willow sticks, rolled him over in front of him, "Don't move."

The willow branches covered the back of Ji Xuemian's head, and others could only see a pair of strong hands holding his back.

The strands of hair are tangled together, as intimate as a pair of mandarin ducks and couples.

He pressed close to Ji Xuemian's ear, and said in a hoarse voice that could only be heard by two people: "Sorry, from now on, I will enter your territory with great fanfare."

Ji Xuemian watched the shadow of the imperial forest army appear at the foot of the slope, her eyes turned red, and she ignored the etiquette.

"Duan Qichi, you are presumptuous!"

Duan Qichi smiled lowly, "It's presumptuous, what's the matter?

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