The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

"You—" Ji Xuemian rolled his eyes, swallowed, knowing he was wrong, "Your Majesty, you don't need to blame other people, I just write."

Duan Qichi nodded happily, thinking of something, turned around and took out a single apron from among the piles of sundries, and patted it in front of Ji Xuemian's eyes, "Write on it, let's hit Pang Ying one hundred boards tentatively."

"I'll write, I'll write." Seeing this thing's eyeballs flickering, Ji Xuemian paused every word, "My lord, I'll write."

Duan Qichi sat down, hitting the table with his bony hands, as if he was very distressed, "Then write first, the friendship between you and my classmate. What did you call me then?"

Ji Xuemian didn't need to think carefully, just picked up a pen and wrote down three characters: Nine Princes.

Duan Qichi looked at him and pointed to the second line, "Okay, now there are [-] boards left, I will write again, the night before I left Beijing, you came to my palace, what did you call me?"

Ji Xuemian recalled briefly, that day at the gate of the palace, thousands of people sent the Regent Duan Qichi off to the southern border. He looked back from afar and saw Ji Xuemian standing on the gate, with rows of palace guards behind him and the little emperor Xuanwo .

At that time, the two had already stood on different sides, and Ji Xuemian really didn't want him to return to the capital alive.

Ji Xuemian thought about it so far, and wrote again silently: Duan Qichi.

Duan Qichi nodded slightly, "Well, it's really cold, and I still can't forget it. If you didn't drop these three words and turn around and leave, I'm afraid I'd dream back in the middle of the night, and I wouldn't have any memories. So, Pang Ying was reduced to only playing six. Ten boards."

Ji Xuemian didn't agree, "No, I can't even hit a board, the prince will continue to order."

Duan Qichi asked him calmly, "Then let me ask you, how dare you bring that group of trash to southern Xinjiang? Aren't you afraid of dying halfway? You begged Xuanwo for three days. During these three days, are you worried about my safety? "

When Ji Xuemian came here, he really only wanted to take back the land. When he left the capital, even the slightest movement in the capital could not escape his control. I believe that Duan Qichi was also sure of winning the same way.

The two of them are not in the capital, and the capital is even calmer than when they were there. Although it is not normal, at least they can feel at ease for the time being.

Duan Qichi was able to ask this half-truth and half-false question because he deliberately wanted an explanation from Ji Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian thought, could it be that Duan Qichi has been wanting to ask him this question these days?

Ji Xuemian didn't mind lying, "Yes, I toss and turn day and night, just because I'm afraid that the prince will be in danger."

Duan Qichi smiled at the corners of his eyes, "Not sincerely, but I love to hear it, so there are only [-] boards left. To be honest, if I didn't think about your ruthlessness to me, how many times I almost died on the battlefield. Really! Sad."

Ji Xuemian said, "Didn't the lord pay me back one by one? This account, we both settle."

Duan Qichi was also very magnanimous, "That's right, the old account is over, I just ask you, what should you call me now, when there is no one around?"

Ji Xuemian bit her lower lip and wrote: Brother Ah Chi.

"So cute." Duan Qichi looked at his words and sentences with a smile, "Except for 29 boards, there is only one board left."

Ji Xuemian didn't understand, it was clearly making things difficult, "Why?"

"Because... just writing is not enough, how about drawing a person?" Duan Qichi bent his hand, pressed the side of his index finger to his upper and lower lips, rubbed them a few times, thought for a while, and smiled inexplicably, "Draw a picture of yourself Fire map."

Ji Xuemian still remembers the map of avoiding fire, this thing is another way of saying the map of Chun Gong...

In the past, there were slaves who unwittingly stuffed the twelve-year-old Xuan Wo with this kind of silk that was folded by three people. Xuan Wo was not ignorant of what he meant, but he still asked Ji Xuemian about it.

Ji Xuemian's mind was pounding, and she shook the silk into shreds. Immediately, she asked someone to drag the servants to the jailer and imprisoned them for half a year, and even beat Xuanwo [-] hands.

Now, Duan Qichi actually... wants to treat himself as the person in the painting!

Seeing that Duan Qichi really spread out the red cloth in his apron and picked up his brush to compose the picture, Ji Xuemian's face turned red and he stretched out his hand to throw the apron.

Duan Qichi slapped his hand, and snatched it halfway: "My name is still on it. If you litter this bellyband, don't you think of me in front of the soldiers of the three armies?"

Duan Qichi unfolded his bellyband, "Look, every word and every word is my name. If you throw it out, do you want to lose face?"

Ji Xuemian simply dropped his pen, "Your Highness is really careful and careful. I admit defeat, but I beg you to let me go. Except for this matter, other things are easy to talk about."

Duan Qichi stepped forward, Ji Xuemian couldn't disobey him too much because he was the regent, but he couldn't help but take a step back, accidentally stepped on something, and fell backwards.

Duan Qichi grabbed his waist belt with quick eyes and hands, who knew it would snap off as soon as he pulled it, Ji Xuemian was almost caught off guard, and before he could cry out in surprise, Duan Qichi grabbed him.

There was a recliner beside Ji Xuemian. Duan Qichi generously pressed Ji Xuemian on the big velvet chair where the hydrangeas were in full bloom. He had to open his clothes and face the door of the tent. If anyone opened the curtain at this time, he would immediately Can be seen at a glance.

Duan Qichi approached him from behind, his deep and trembling voice was like thin smoke lingering in Ji Xuemian's ear, "I have nothing else to ask for except this. Don't you think Si Ling wants to see your tactful and emotional appearance?" How hooked is the heart and soul?"

Duan Qichi went around his shoulders, directly raised the pen and hung it on his wrist, without looking at Ji Xuemian, he wrote down the ink decisively and quickly, as if engraving every corner, corner and color of Ji Xuemian in his mind, and outlined a lifelike painting with a few strokes. Cool man.

The man in the painting is opening his two slender and straight lower limbs, his long hair is draped over his shoulders, and the black hair is messy around his ears. His pair of phoenix eyes are weeping sadly, beautiful and intense, so intimidating. head.

Duan Qichi blew his handwriting, "Does it look like you? I forgot, and you haven't seen it before."

Ji Xuemian turned his head away, unable to utter a single word, he didn't even glance at the wet ink, he thought his eyes were dirty.

In particular, his paintings are so... vivid and real, even the part below that is different from ordinary men, he also carefully draws it mercilessly.

Ji Xuemian clasped his hands tightly on the table, reaching out to tear the bellyband, how could Duan Qichi let him tear it apart?He turned Ji Xuemian around, and tied the bellyband around his neck without saying a word.

Ji Xuemian froze, waited for him to fasten the belt on the back of his head completely, and then realized.

"Duan Qichi!" Ji Xuemian grabbed tightly the thin coat that fell on her shoulders, her shoulders were heaving, her neck and face were as red as she wanted.

How tempting. People, how tempting. People.

On weekdays, he looks so cold like a beautiful man, people just want to keep him at a respectful distance, or break his arrogance, how can it be like this now, it is difficult to control his emotions, even if he is angry, it is not visible to ordinary people.

"Xue Mian, I just hope you can see it clearly." Duan Qichi said quietly: "Maybe in your heart, I'm using this secret to blackmail you, but it's not true. So what about my brother? Aren't you still a high-ranking chief assistant? My lord? If it were me, I would definitely not be as good as you."

Duan Qichi pressed one finger on the beauty's cheek, and supported him with two hands to prevent him from falling to the ground, but there was no smile on his face, his eyes were dark and serious.

Ji Xuemian turned her head, but turned back with her cheeks pinched, a pair of eyes full of tears, fixed on Duan Qichi's face, tightly pursed her lips, without saying a word.

Duan Qichi was most afraid of seeing him not talking, so he thought of teasing him for no reason.

"Then do you still want to apologize to me?"

Ji Xuemian blushed, waited for a long while, then closed her eyes and said, "I'm sorry."

Duan Qichi smiled, "Then don't move."

The red cloth was tied on Ji Xuemian's fair body, Duan Qichi stretched out his long arm, and picked up the pen again, "There should be one more thing here."

Ji Xuemian was forced to feel the touch of the pen tip falling on his body through the cloth. It was wet, cold, itchy, and shattered. He closed his eyes tightly, unwilling to lower his head to look at what he said.

Duan Qichi paused, "Sure enough, it's more realistic."

"I added a white mark five inches above your knee, winding all the way from the outside to the inside, and looking inside, it became more and more intense—"

"Don't talk about it." Ji Xuemian couldn't move, and just maintained a posture that made blood rush to everyone who saw it. Through his ribs, it seemed that he could see the red organs in his heart and lungs, which were as delicious as his body. .

"Okay, then I won't mention it." Duan Qichi squeezed his hand, and said slowly: "I just remembered that Shen Jing's wife had tattooed on him, and it was a medicinal herb."

Shen Jing's wife?

She guarded the old house for the sake of her flamboyant husband, and only begged him to look back at her. Therefore, she took advantage of Shen Jing's drunken night and personally tattooed him an umbrella of angelica.

I still remember that when Shen Jing woke up the next day, he was unexpectedly not angry, looking at his angelica over and over again in the school, causing everyone to watch.

Duan Qichi squatted halfway, pinching Ji Xuemian's chin, and wiped away the hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I don't want you to return home, I want you to always remember me and never leave me. Don't worry, we can take our time."

Leaving Ji Xuemian alone in a daze, Duan Qichi walked out of the tent alone, and glanced at Pang Ying with a condescending attitude.

Pang Ying was covered in sweat, and he and Shen Jing were kneeling outside the tent together. It seemed that neither of them had the upper hand. I had to admit that Pang Ying was a good player of strength, but his head was a little impulsive.

Pang Ying asked cautiously: "Regent, our lord...how is it?"

Duan Xichi straightened his sleeves, held his hand behind him, and said indifferently, "Next time you want to kill someone, be smart, don't be so stupid, let your adults suffer for you, he is willing to do anything to save the lives of you useless Imperial Forest Army Sacrifice, today is me, tomorrow someone else? Can he still protect you for the rest of your life? You are too unqualified to be a commander."

Pang Ying was lying on the ground, crying out Ji Xuemian's name all the time, saying "I'm sorry" all the time.

Duan Qichi ignored it, turned his head and said solemnly: "Lin Yuan."

Lin Yuan immediately flashed out from behind the tent, cupped his hands and asked, "My lord, what are your orders?"

Duan Qichi looked back at the silent tent.

Lin Yuan naturally heard a lot of things just now, and felt uneasy in his heart, for fear that his prince would really be rude to Lord Shoufu, and when he returned to the capital in the future, the regent would inevitably be targeted and excluded in the court.

Unexpectedly, Duan Qichi said, "Go and find me a silver needle, thirty feet of fine cloth, and a bowl of white ink."