The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

Ji Xuemian fell into a deadly silence until he heard the voices of Yan Ming and Lingyin appearing outside the tent.

He really had no choice but to wrap himself in his clothes and hide behind the wooden pole in the tent. On the wooden pole was hung a unicorn robe inlaid with gold embroidered thread, which looked like Duan Qichi's. .

Ji Xuemian half knelt on the ground, curled himself into a ball, trembling all over, he wanted to take off the bellyband hanging on his body, but he was afraid that they would suddenly break into the tent.

Before she had time to think about it, Ji Xuemian had no choice but to continue wearing the red bellyband and lowered her head, wishing she could bury it in the ground.

Yan Ming outside the tent was unaware of what happened inside, "What does the regent want silver needles for? I have everything in my medical treasure chest, so why bother Vice General Lin to look for it?"

I haven't seen each other for a few days, Yan Ming's chin has a circle of green stubble, Lingyin is holding the medicine jar, it looks like Lan Shen has given Lingyin the job of boiling the medicine, Lingyin has a clear heart, blinks his eyes, look The few people who each had their own concerns obediently remained silent.

Lin Yuan was also a little embarrassed, "Thank you Lord Yan for your kindness, needles and fine cloth are easy to find, but white ink..."

Yan Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly his heart beat like a drum, "White ink? Silver needle? Is it possible, the Regent, you want... to give Master Ji an ink punishment!"

"Ink punishment?" Lin Yuan realized later, his heart was shocked, he thought about it again and again, and still felt a word of persuasion: "My lord, please think twice, Mr. Ji has such a temperament that he would rather give jade to pieces than tile. If you are in a hurry , he hasn't...will talk too much."

Duan Qichi said something else instead, "Lin Yuan, is the bamboo raft I asked you to make a few days ago ready?"

Lin Yuan lowered his head hurriedly, "Not yet, the bamboo has been soaked in water for the past few days and I'm afraid it won't be strong. I originally planned to make it today."

Ji Xuemian listened inside, and knew in her heart that the deadline for attacking Tianhua City was getting closer and closer, and the soldiers continued to replenish the nutrients needed by their bodies. Fish is an indispensable meat, and there is a lot of water in southern Xinjiang. Building more bamboo rafts is beneficial and harmless.

Yan Ming still insisted on his own opinion: "Then Master Ji must drink this medicine."

After he finished speaking, he started to walk towards the door of the tent, followed by a pause, as if he was stopped by someone.

It was Duan Qichi, "Your Majesty Yan, stay behind, you are not allowed to enter this tent."

It was rare for Yan Ming not to give an inch, and he did not intend to appease him, "Prince Regent, what do you mean?"

Duan Qichi seemed to be smiling, "Are you sure you want to go in and take a look? If you keep looking, Baobuqi Ji Shoufu will goug out your eyeballs."

Yan Ming's words were sharp and aggressive: "I don't understand, I hope the regent will make it clear, is this what Ji Shoufu meant, or is it your own opinion?"

Lin Yuan said: "My lord, I misunderstood. As far as the general knows, Ji Shoufu is taking a nap. You might as well come back before dinner. Please come back."

Obviously, Yan Ming didn't agree, but the voice outside became smaller and smaller, and after a while, Ji Xuemian couldn't hear a single word.

When the curtain was lifted and a ray of light fell into the tent, Duan Qichi searched around first, and wondered, "Where is he? Where did he hide?"

Ji Xuemian remained silent, and when he raised his head again, Duan Qichi was already standing in front of him, with his head lowered, looking at his flushed face with interest, "I'll think Xuemian, you flew away with wings, call me try to find."

Duan Qichi was originally handsome and noble, with romantic and affectionate eyes, he leaned on the support beam, walked up and down, looked at him from head to toe.

Ji Xuemian could not sit still because of the look in his eyes, as if his whole body was about to be torn off.

Just in time, Ji Xuemian's legs were numb from kneeling, and with all his strength, he supported the frame and stood up reluctantly, "The tent is so big, it's like a slap, I was made into this by you, where else can I hide?"

Duan Qichi shook his head, tilted his head lazily, and raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean by teasing? I'm afraid you will run away, so I naturally have to leave some marks."

Ji Xuemian raised his eyebrows, a suspicious blush spread over the corners of his brows, but his brows and eyes were reflected picturesquely, and he had a demeanor concealed by coldness, "My lord, it is a big mistake to impose ink punishment without permission, you can't possibly not know it."

"I know, so what?" Duan Xichi hooked his neck, grabbed the two red bellyband straps behind his neck with his fingers, and said in a low voice: "I don't think it's ink punishment, but a unique beauty. "

It was the first time Ji Xuemian heard this description, and couldn't help frowning.

Duan Qichi pulled off the strap at the back of his neck, Ji Xuemian instinctively took a step back, Duan Qichi held his thin and tough waist, and brought him to him, "Xuemian is so good, your appearance reminds me of a small animal."

Ji Xuemian struggled twice, but it was all in vain, "Let go, I'm going to burn this bellyband."

Duan Qichi glanced at him, "What are you burning for? Don't you know that if you burn something in the palace, you will lose your head?"

Ji Xuemian stomped on him mercilessly, and Duan Qichi accepted it, Ji Xuemian said, "This is not the palace."

Duan Qichi pressed close to the tip of his ear, "You have already said that this is not the palace, so the palace rules don't care if I inflict ink punishment or leave a mark, right?"

"Sophistry, no." Ji Xuemian closed his eyes.

"No." Duan Qichi was unreasonable at all, he touched Ji Xuemian's acupuncture points all over his body, "I'm really afraid of hurting you, it's only a few sticks of incense, how about patience?"

Ji Xuemian was placed upside down on the couch by him, even if he could break through the confinement, counting the time, Duan Qichi would have already succeeded...

Ji Xuemian only felt a chill on his back, and all his clothes fell off.

At this moment, he clearly felt that the two thin ropes of the apron passed from both sides of the last rib to the back, and were loosely tied to his back spine.

It's basically just a pull, and it won't fall off.

He couldn't speak, he could only grit his teeth.

When the first needle was dipped in white ink, a blood star appeared on the pillow.

Seeing a silver needle handed in front of his eyes, Ji Xuemian desperately grabbed the corner of the soft pillow, feeling unwilling.

"If you want to pierce, you should do it quickly. It's really hard to torture people like this one by one."

Duan Xichi's hand was extremely steady, he stabbed one after another, fast and accurate, but his words were gentle and soft, "Xue Mian, guess what I want to tattoo you?"

After waiting for a while, Duan Qichi became even happier, "Forget it, you can't tell anyway, so I'll tell you, have you ever heard of a white phoenix?"

Naturally, Ji Xuemian has heard of the White Phoenix, also known as Honghu.

"I know, you are proud and arrogant. I have nothing else I want, but the same expectation. The world knows that you are a white and proud swan, but I hope you can't fly out of my sight."

Ji Xuemian was used to patience, and he was struggling to suppress the cry that was about to break through the blood, and the pain of being pierced by the needle at the shoulder blade was definitely not what he wanted.

A large area of ​​pure white skin became bulging and sensitive, and the two butterfly bones were not exposed to light all year round, so they were sensitive and delicate, as if they had been electrified when touched.

This piercing burning made Ji Xuemian so uncomfortable that he could not breathe, but on the surface his eyes were determined, unwilling to complain.

This kind of needle is thin, not like the feeling of dying when cut by a big knife, but to beat the person half to death first, and then hang his life one by one, so that people will grab him for a while, and never give him pleasure.

This swan tattoo has been tattooed for a long, long time, until Ji Xuemian was almost numb, finally untied his body, said hoarsely, "My lord, it's done, I can't peel off the skin, this trick, I count you as the winner." .But if you are still a person, just promise me one thing."

"I'll agree to whatever you say." Duan Qichi leaned down, kissed the back of his ear, turned Ji Xuemian over, let him lie in his arms, and sniffed the warm thin fragrance from him, "Xue Mian, why are you getting more and more fragrant? Doesn't this seem normal?"

Ji Xuemian couldn't avoid being hugged and kissed by him, her neck was itchy, and her back was still burning hot, "This has nothing to do with the prince, who knows if your kitchen made a wrong soup? Just let go."

Duan Qichi was told a lot by him, just as soon as he let go, Ji Xuemian tore off his front, and saw the terrible arrow wound.

The blood had dried up, but Duan Qichi didn't do anything about it. It seemed that he had had enough of the sword wounds, and there were many old scars all over his body, which were not worth mentioning to him.

Ji Xuemian held him down, bullied him forcefully and recklessly, facing the position below his collarbone, so close that his forehead was almost touching his collarbone, her hair drooped and fell on Duan Qichi's eyebrows.

Duan Qichi's eyes lingered on Ji Xuemian's bellyband, and Ji Xuemian couldn't tear off the loose bellyband, so he could only move the candlestick closest to him while blushing.

Borrowing the light, he selected another needle in the medicine box, and carefully roasted the needle in the candlelight.

Duan Qichi understood what he was going to do, but squinted his eyes comfortably, completely putting himself in Ji Xuemian's eyes.

He looked at Ji Xuemian with a bright smile, "Si Ling, you are so pretty."

Ji Xuemian's face was flushed, and her hands trembled, "My lord speaks again, and I don't know where my needle is going to go."

Duan Qichi watched Ji Xuemian drop the needle for a week on his wound.

He looked at it seriously, Ji Xuemian skillfully blended the patterns and scars together, and his subordinates were as fast and steady as Duan Qichi.

Ji Xuemian stated quietly, "I know that the prince is an endless wildfire, but I sincerely hope that you can only be trampled underfoot and never turn over again."

Duan Qichi was noncommittal, and gladly accepted Ji Xuemian's "blessing": "Unfortunately, I only want to be trampled under your feet. Even if I can't stand up forever, I'm worth it."

After finishing the last needle, Ji Xuemian took a breath and put the needle back into the medicine box.

Ji Xuemian began to sweat violently all over his body. He was cold and hot for a while, and something was extremely wrong.

His face began to turn red, and his appearance was very familiar.

Duan Qichi pressed him on his chest without fear of death, circling his fingers behind his back, and completely untied Ji Xuemian's bellyband.

He smiled innocently, "Why, that damned Gu worm committed another crime?"