The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

enthusiasm?

Ji Xuemian was in a daze, he felt that the heat in his whole body was going to be exhausted, his whole body was soaked in the cold water of Yongshui River, and the wound on his wrist was bleeding all the time.

Duan Qichi didn't get any better, both of them were drowned.

He put Ji Xuemian safely on the wooden couch, took off his soaked boots, Duan Qichi put his arms around these white feet, and pressed them tightly into his chest, "Is it cold?"

Ji Xuemian looked down at him in a daze, the blood on his face was so cold that it was about to freeze and began to flow again, he moved his knuckles, felt a little warmth, and said slowly: "It's not cold anymore..."

There was a crackling bonfire burning in the tent, and the sparks danced wildly.

Ji Xuemian's eyes were dazzled by the fire light, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that he hadn't seen fire for a long time.

Ji Xuemian realized dully that the fire in southern Xinjiang was so warm.

Duan Qichi half-kneeled on the ground, and went to grab Ji Xuemian's lonely snow-white fingertips that were pressed on the quilt, and held him gently, as if the person in front of him was a delicate and helpless dodder flower.

He couldn't help lowering his attitude to coax people: "Si Ling, no matter how you want me to help you tonight, I will agree."

Ji Xuemian's pupils stared at him in a trance, the light in his eyes was like water mist, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly, "How to do it? I don't know either."

Immediately afterwards, after a sigh, his wrist was gently held by Duan Qichi, and a thin muslin was covered, covering the wound, and tied round and round until reaching his thumb.

Ji Xuemian wanted to hide, but was restrained, Duan Qichi frowned slightly, "Be good, don't move."

Ji Xuemian really didn't move anymore.

A lot of dusty memories come back. The person in front of me is familiar as if I met him yesterday, and he is so unfamiliar that he may never see him again tomorrow.

For a while, Ji Xuemian couldn't distinguish his real thoughts, and fell into chaos one after another.

After bandaging the wound, Duan Qichi tried to persuade: "You know, you just don't want to say it, right? How do you want me, tell me?"

Pushed lightly, Ji Xuemian fell on the thick soft cotton mattress, caught off guard, wanted to exclaim, but choked back, "I, I really don't know."

Ji Xuemian's earlobe was caught by Duan Qichi's fangs, he resisted not hiding, turned his head, showing his slender and fragile neck unreservedly, "Don't."

Duan Qichi made an inch of progress, and deliberately forced him to speak, "You say it, and I can satisfy you."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, suddenly frightened, and wanted to back down, "Why don't you forget it, I'll bear it."

"I can't forget it. The four masters of the emperor, the word forbearance, no one can do it better than you. But with me, you never need to be patient."

Duan Qichi pressed Ji Xuemian's aorta with his thumb, his eyes were dark and shallow, watching his tears run across his eyelids, flow down his sharpened jaw, and hit the pillow drop by drop.

Four hold?

Hold tolerance, hold patience, hold silence, hold modest.

Ji Xuemian was born in a famous family, talented and intelligent, as a son, a friend, and a teacher, he is under one man and above ten thousand people, with many honors added to his body, it is difficult for him to maintain diligence and practice, and he needs to be on guard from time to time.

Taking incense to burn his wrists, Duan Qichi felt scared when he thought about it, he didn't know what kind of stupid things he had done before, his heart seemed to be stirred by a knife, he felt distressed and angry at the same time.

Being hugged by him, Ji Xuemian felt that her body was not so cold, she had a bit of strength to speak, and there were a lot of things she wanted to say, but she didn't know where to start.

Ji Xuemian randomly searched for something to say, and said slowly: "I used to only know how to read and write. I have been a noble son for too long, and I don't understand the sufferings of the world. In [-], I'm afraid I don't have the kindness to be a teacher of Xuanwo."

Taking a deep breath, Ji Xuemian said in a deep voice, "Southern Xinjiang has been in turmoil one after another, and the sufferings of the people cannot be explained one by one. This time I came to Southern Xinjiang, one is for the stability of the country, and the other is to understand the feelings of the people. The people of Li are poor. It's my misfortune."

"If I can return to Shangjing, I would like to devote my whole life to supporting Chaogang, and I would not let them down when I left the capital on the day I set off to see him off with hundreds of officials."

The ramblings are all official business, Duan Qichi looked at him without saying a word, held his hand, saw his brows and eyes stained an intoxicating red, and lowered his voice.

"If I say, it's what they want if you and I die? Are you still willing to serve the country?"

Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes and said quietly, "Don't you think I don't know? Throughout the ages, the position of emperor's teacher has mostly ended badly, and I'm not afraid."

"But I'm afraid."

Duan Qichi pressed the back of his palm to his heart. When Ji Xuemian heard this, he had to maintain a trace of clarity and had to turn all his attention back.

Those gorgeous and deep red phoenix eyes were full of doubts, and the traces of tears dried up on her cheeks.

"You can't just die, you can't do this to me."

Duan Qichi's tone was as gentle as water, aggrieved and pitiful.

Ji Xuemian was a little at a loss by the tone, stretched out her palm downwards, gently covered his hair, and stroked it slowly and gently.

Duan Qichi felt his scorching warmth, and it was clear that his fingertips were still cool, but this movement warmed his heart.

Duan Qichi narrowed his eyes slightly, "Don't torture yourself next time, if you can't think about it, come and torture me, do you know how scared I was when I saw the blood on the table?"

"I'm really afraid that one day you won't be able to think about it. It's not just as simple as burning incense. If you disappear, I will definitely go crazy."

Ji Xuemian was a little surprised at first, but was amused by his words, "Why didn't you disappear? Am I alive and well?"

Duan Qichi bent his knees and half-kneeled in front of Ji Xuemian: "I promise, if anyone other than me dares to touch you, I will kill him without a whole body. But I can't ask you like this, you promise me, you won't be able to in the future." Don't hurt yourself any more, okay?"

"No, you are too cunning."

Ji Xuemian couldn't help but refuse, "Who can touch me except you? It doesn't matter what you say."

Duan Qichi also smiled, took his hand, and pulled it towards himself: "Let me put it another way, if you dare to touch yourself again, I will touch you ten times, one hundred times, and make you cry day and night. , I regret it at the beginning, I will do what I said."

Ji Xuemian's whole body was numb, her slender white fingertips were unnaturally red, her cheeks were faintly pink, and she asked in a low voice, "Why is it day and night?"

Duan Qichi glanced at him, and was amused by his stupid expression, "Do you think I want to meet you with weapons? It's okay, but this weapon is not the other weapon, and it's just as refreshing for you."

He got up and hugged Ji Xuemian to his knees, Ji Xuemian was in a daze, with a pair of thin white like porcelain resting lightly on Duan Qichi's shoulders, allowing his big palms to slip in through the gap at the hem of his clothes.

Ji Xuemian's face was full of exhaustion after being bullied, her phoenix eyes were half closed, listless.

"Then take it easy, I'm a little tired."

Duan Qichi looked at the thick, jet-black eyelashes, which were trembling again and again, as long and slender as butterfly wings, fragile and easy to break.

He suddenly wanted to crush Ji Xuemian crazily, and was afraid that he would wake up tomorrow with shame and forget all about what he did tonight.

Duan Qichi has already reached there.

Ji Xuemian lowered her head silently, her cheeks flushed.

A pair of butterfly bones under Duan Qichi's palm trembled, and they were sunken into the thin clothes in his hand. It is estimated that Ji Xuemian's weak and thin bones could be split on the spot with a hard pinch.

"Don't move." Ji Xuemian blushed a little impatiently, "What are you thinking?"

Duan Qichi replied truthfully, "You are too thin, you need to eat more. What do you want to eat? I'll ask someone to make it for you."

Ji Xuemian, who had talked too much, was really tired, and a firewood burned him to the point of confusion.

"I want to eat you, nothing else, nothing."

Ji Xuemian didn't realize what he was talking about, and when he realized it, he fell into a deeper confusion and never saw the light of day again.

Waking up early the next day, Ji Xuemian felt as if he was falling apart. Although he was always physically sick, he was not so sick. Not only could he not sit up, he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Ji Xuemian vaguely remembered that the first night, he seemed to hear the rooster crowing before going to bed. During the process, he said many times that he would never dare again, and the painful pain in his wrists also disappeared a lot.

But he still remembered that Duan Xichi took him to go boating on the Yongshui River last night... no, rafting, he was forced to catch the wind and cold, you bastard!Back in the tent, he was upside down again. He really begged Duan Qichi to relieve him of the Gu, but it wouldn't be a real solution overnight!

As for the nonsense he said when he was in danger, Ji Xuemian only hated himself for not being able to forget, the most uncomfortable thing was that Duan Qichi hadn't forgotten, he was just putting on his clothes and looking at him, when he saw him open his eyes, he smiled happily .

"Xue Mian, you are so enthusiastic, I have never seen you like this—"

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb." Ji Xuemian's throat was hoarse, blocking his words.

"Well, anyway, I've heard enough last night, so I'll let you off today, come, drink the medicine."

Duan Qichi helped him up and leaned on his shoulder, "Yan Ming has already prescribed you medicine for wind and cold, you have to drink it for three days straight, and you are not allowed to leave the tent for these three days, just lie on the bed obediently."

It is better to kill him after drinking bitter water for three days.

Ji Xuemian said hoarsely, "Why can't I get out of the tent?"

Duan Qichi said calmly: "I won't let you out, it's as simple as that. Don't worry, no outsiders will come in, and I will serve you alone."

Ji Xuemian didn't even think about it, "I, no, use——"

"My lord, you ordered the hot water for scrubbing to be ready, will you bring the wooden basin in now?"

Duan Qichi said, "Okay."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, turned her head away: "You have to scrub and go out to wash, don't do it in front of me."

Duan Qichi raised his eyebrows, "Xue Mian, you misunderstood, it was for you to scrub, not myself."

"What did you say?" Ji Xuemian didn't have time to refuse, and saw that the soldiers had already brought in wooden basins filled with hot water, and a basin of medicinal herbs was also floating on the water.

"Return to the lord, this is the medicinal material delivered by Dr. Lianha. Master Yan has checked that it is not harmful, so you can use it with confidence."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes, "Take it out!"

Duan Qichi waved his hand, "Didn't you hear? Lord Ji told you all to go out."

After all, Duan Qichi walked over without seeing him, and picked up the weak Ji Xuemian from the couch. Ji Xuemian wanted to kick him, but found that he really had no strength at all.

Duan Qichi smiled proudly, "It seems that Xuemian cannot do without me, so I can only reluctantly take care of you, take care of your bathing, eating, changing clothes and bathing, Xuemian, you won't be angry, right?"

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