The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

When Shen Jing brought his soldiers to look for Duan Qichi, what he saw was such an unimaginable scene.

Ji Xuemian's back is thin and graceful, wrapped in a wide white robe embroidered with orchids.

A section of his frail white neck fell outside the collar, and the warm tooth marks on the veins and the bruises from pressing his fingers could be vaguely seen.

Obviously, it was all given by the regent subdued under him.

In Shen Jing's eyes, it was clearly Ji Xuemian who pushed Duan Qichi down on the tree trunk and "deliberately" stabbed Duan Qichi's shoulder blade.

Shen Jing didn't know that it was pierced by an arrow, he thought it was a sharp knife, looked around, but he couldn't find a knife.

Shen Jing knew the deeds of Duan Qichi and Ji Xuemian very well, he knew that Duan Qichi had a smiley appearance, and was violent and vicious in his heart.

No, it's a mad dog. At least a horse understands loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness. A mad dog barks its teeth when it sees anyone.

Shen Jing bravely took a few steps forward, and knelt down seven feet away: "The last general is incompetent, the rescue is late, please punish me, my lord."

Duan Qichi gently stroked the bruise on the side of Ji Xuemian's neck with his broad palm, and gave a casual hum.

Lord Shoufu, who lowered his eyelashes, had a cold heart and a cold face, as if no one could cover him warmly, as if he had been wronged so much, his face was very ugly.

The only consolation was that the moment he heard that the person who came was Shen Jing instead of Pang Ying, he relaxed.

Duan Qichi put his arms around his back, but his movements were covered by the white robe, Ji Xuemian tried to avoid his hands, with a trace of anger hidden in his eyes: "You lied to me."

Ji Xuemian's face was close at hand, but his expression was as far away as the sky, elegant and cruel, although Duan Qichi was smiling, he seemed to hear the noisy noise of his bones creaking in his ears.

Their kiss just now was like a fleeting dream, and in the blink of an eye, he asked him with red eyes who the hell was the unreasonable man who changed his face and sealed his heart firmly in the depths of an iceberg that no one can reach. place.

He knew in his heart that Ji Xuemian had only negligible friendship with him as a classmate, and because of their own affairs, they deliberately avoided contact with him.

Duan Qichi didn't want to embarrass him, a person with such a weak body has an arrogance, so he can't embarrass him easily, otherwise it would be great if he gets angry and sick, and coughs up blood again.

Duan Qichi's arms tightened a little more, "I didn't lie to you, you thought the person who came was Pang Ying, and I didn't have a third eye, so how could I know it was Shen Jing?"

Ji Xuemian slowly raised his head to meet his gaze, the wind blew his hair, and the strands of hair were scraped between his eyelashes, Duan Qichi suddenly felt an ungraspable itch in his heart, as if those eyelashes were scratching his own heart .

Ji Xuemian's eyes were fascinated by the strands of hair, she couldn't help lowering her head, and said in a low voice: "Then, my lord, should you let go?"

Duan Qichi looked at his side face, and the uncontrollable thoughts surged up in his heart, almost dying.

"I won't let you go."

I have been thinking since I was a teenager. If this person in front of me hadn't used several times of thought to get close to him, ordinary people would not even be able to touch him.

The trees are beautiful in the forest, but the wind will destroy them, the more setbacks, the more flourishing Ji Xuemian is, the more tenacious and unyielding.

Ji Xuemian and him are people in two worlds, black and white. Ji Xuemian is willing to be kind to everyone, but he is the only one who keeps him at a respectful distance.

Leaving aside the identity of the regent, it is obvious that he had a relationship with Ji Xuemian first.

Could it be that in his heart, Duan Qichi couldn't even keep up with a hair of the little emperor?

Between the two of them, there is no absolute saint, and he, Duan Qichi, does not consider himself a gentleman.

Duan Qichi has never cared about the method of getting his prey, no matter whether his prey is a recalcitrant leopard or a well-behaved white deer, since he has done absurd deeds, he is not afraid to do it again and again.

The person in front of him could easily make him haunt him in his dreams, lightly teasing his nerves that were repeatedly jumping between out of control and out of control.

Ji Xuemian sighed, "Since it's a misunderstanding, I don't have to pursue it. It's just that if the prince doesn't let go, your injury may be torn apart."

Seeing his rare caring words, Duan Qichi's eyes lit up, "Xue Mian, are you caring about me?"

Ji Xuemian glanced at him lightly: "After all, I accidentally injured you with my hands, so I should apologize."

Duan Qichi raised the corners of his lips slightly, he was in a good mood, and the wound on his shoulder blade didn't hurt so much anymore.

But Ji Xuemian coughed abruptly, as if he had caught the wind again. After several dry coughs, he suddenly coughed up tears from his phoenix eyes.

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes and spoke with difficulty: "Back..."

Duan Qichi said softly: "Return, I will return now."

Duan Qichi's hand went over the top of his black hair, pressed down the back of his head that was chilling, and hid his tearful red phoenix eyes by his chin, not wanting anyone to see Ji Xuemian's current appearance.

Looking at Shen Jing slightly dissatisfied: "Who asked you to come?"

Shen Jing actually couldn't quite hear what the two of them were talking about, so he could only beat his head firmly on the grass, and told the truth: "It's Lord Yan, he said... Lord Shoufu should drink medicine, three meals a day, one less meal Not even a bowl."

Hearing the word "drinking medicine", Ji Xuemian flinched a bit, Duan Qichi just wanted to ask him what's wrong, but after thinking about it, he didn't like to drink medicine and was afraid of suffering, so he couldn't help laughing.

He slowly brushed his hair down, wanting to coax him a few words, after much deliberation, he decided that it is better not to face the soldiers, otherwise Ji Xuemian might get angry again.

"This Yan Ming is not good at being his inspector, watching these things every day. However, he is right, prepare the horse, and return to the camp now."

At the foot of the slope, Pang Ying, who arrived late, led a few sergeants on horseback, and got off the horse. Seeing this scene, his face was expressionless, and his eyes were about to pop out.

"Your Regent...don't embarrass our lord! It's all my fault, and it's enough for you to punish me alone! Our lord is sick and weak, and we can't stand it!"

Pang Ying bent her knees, her eyes were full of anxiety, and she begged for mercy sincerely.

Ji Xuemian was afraid that they would misunderstand the man in silver armored military robe who was kneeling on the ground in front of him, so he didn't want anyone to see his face at all.

He was in this position, motionless, his warm and thin breath was rising and falling, his eyelashes kept fluttering at Duan Qichi's Adam's apple, trembling non-stop, wet all over.

Everyone waited tremblingly for Duan Qichi to speak. Duan Qichi suddenly hugged Ji Xuemian with such force that before Ji Xuemian could react, the two of them were already riding on the horse.

Ji Xuemian frowned, "Your lord doesn't have to do all the acting?"

Duan Qichi secretly put his arms around his waist, holding the rein with his right hand, "Your subordinates are smarter than monkeys, if you don't act more truthfully, they will know that you were the one who showed mercy just now."

The horse ran away, and Duan Qichi's voice spread far away: "Whoever made the mistake, who will bear it, whoever dares to intercede for him, will be dealt with by military law."

Ji Xuemian vaguely heard Shen Jing and Pang Ying quarreling and cursing, they were all young and vigorous men, they refused to give way to each other, unexpectedly there was the sound of swords clashing.

All the way back to the camp, Duan Qichi took him directly back to the tent with his horse.

Ji Xuemian's frame was sore, he stepped out with only one leg, and was picked up by Duan Qichi with his arms around his waist.

Hugging and hugging, the movements are extremely intimate.

Ji Xuemian thought about jumping down, but thoughts flashed through her mind one by one.

Pang Ying... Yan Ming... Lingyin... Lan Shen.

All the people around him, except him, were not afraid of Duan Qichi, the regent.

On the bright side, he can indeed target himself, forbid others to intercede for him, or kill them in a fit of anger, and no one dares to hold him accountable.

Ji Xuemian knew how conceited this Prince Regent was, and could not be more clear. He left behind his monstrous power to fight in the barren land of southern Xinjiang. The glory of the Lord?

No matter what things are easily available, they are not as difficult to deal with as Ji Xuemian alone.

Ji Xuemian didn't think about himself, but also about them, if Duan Qichi was really held accountable, no one would be able to escape.

Duan Xichi walked back to the rolling curtain a few steps, opened the curtain, and pushed Ji Xuemian on the low shop behind the curtain, "My shoulder still hurts, Xuemian, should you pay me something?"

Ji Xuemian raised his eyelids slightly, "What do you pay for?"

Duan Qichi smiled, then turned around, rummaged through it, took out a stack of somewhat old memorials, and placed them in front of Ji Xuemian one by one.

The handwriting on the memorial is delicate and thin, it can be seen that it was written by Ji Xuemian's hand, his handwriting is the same as his own, not wild, extremely safe, but with the determination of breaking the halberd, not tender at all.

Another style of writing, obviously from Emperor Xuanwo, is not childish. Instead, it is meticulous and careful in the details and bold with the brush.

Ji Xuemian recognized that the few photos he picked out were written by him and the emperor on a daily basis, there was no special secret, and the contents were probably concerned first.

"My lord asked someone to search my tent?" Ji Xuemian's tone was calm, not a question, but a statement of facts.

Duan Qichi didn't deny it, "It's just a routine inspection. My lord is the emperor's teacher, so I should have a handbook. I just want to know whether the words 'Thinking into a disease' came from my lord's handwriting or the little emperor's." your personal order?"

The setting sun shone on Ji Xuemian's face through the gap in the tent, her thin lips were colorless, only a little blood spread.

Ji Xuemian didn't realize that there was still blood on the corner of her mouth, her eyes were beautiful but far away, filled with a proud light.

Ji Xuemian was indifferent, "Etiquette is paramount among monarchs and ministers. Xuanwo is still young, so it is understandable that he doesn't have a good understanding of etiquette."

"...Xue Mian," Duan Qichi leaned over and sighed, "You have never said such intimate words to me."

Ji Xuemian shook his head, "There is a difference between you and me as monarchs and ministers. Xuanwo is my student, so it is only right for me to pamper him. Is the heart of the prince not comparable to that of a child with a weak crown? listen."

"I don't listen, I want you to write it for me." Duan Xichi patted a piece of paper in front of him, reached for the inkstone, "Write my name, don't write these words."

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyebrows obediently, "The prince's name? I dare not write it."

Duan Qichi persuaded and lured him in a low voice, "Why don't you dare? I won't eat you, even if you coax me, won't it work?"

"I don't have this privilege." Ji Xuemian refused.

Duan Qichi didn't get impatient when he saw him pushing himself aside desperately, and just sat opposite Ji Xuemian, waiting.

When the voices of Shen Jing and Pang Ying appeared outside the tent, it was only a stick of incense time.

Both of them knelt in front of the tent, shouting to the regent, begging for forgiveness.

Only then did Duan Qichi say: "It's just in time."

Ji Xuemian only heard the sound of him grinding, he soaked the tip of the brush with ink and handed it to himself.

Duan Qichi said with a smile: "If you write one word, I will spare Pang Ying one spank; if you write one hundred words, I will spare him one hundred spank; whether Pang Ying can walk normally tomorrow depends on how much you love her." him."