The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

After Duan Qichi left, Ji Xuemian wanted to go back to his tent, but Lin Yuan couldn't stop him, so he could only let him leave.

The incense in the tent was familiar and warm, Ji Xuemian only felt drowsy, but he didn't even have time to close his eyes, Yan Ming smelled the letter and brought a lot of papers to find him, and he was taken aback at the first sight, He tentatively asked: "Xue Mian, did you not sleep well last night?"

Ji Xuemian looked at him quietly with frosted eyelashes, the expression on the corners of his eyes and brows remained unchanged, his lips were pale, but his expression was bright, and he said nonchalantly, "I've had a lot of dreams these days, it's okay, just give me the booklet." Bar."

Hearing what Ji Xuemian said, Yan Ming didn't go too far into the matter, brushed the dust on the table, and sighed: "It's difficult for you, the regent is not easy to get along with, and he must have given you a lot of guilt. He went out this morning, so he shouldn't bother you for a while."

"A courtier is just patient, what's the rush?" Ji Xuemian said without turning his eyes away, "Tell them, don't come to me if it's not urgent, I won't see anyone."

Yan Ming said yes, and went out in silence.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed, and the southern border has entered the beginning of autumn, and the cool wind has gradually picked up, and the night has become colder and colder.

Ji Xuemian kept annotating the notebooks, and when he was sleepy, he would sleep on the table, his hair was simply loose and he didn't care to comb it, his eyes were bloodshot after staying up for several nights, his wrists were stiff when he wrote, and he still didn't stop.

It was extremely cold that night, Ji Xuemian was afraid of the cold, the tent couldn't block the cool wind, and it came in one after another, Ji Xuemian rubbed his wrists, frowned slightly, and slowly leaned on the back of the chair to close his eyes and rest his mind.

These days, Ji Xuemian tried to numb himself with business affairs, because once he calmed down, he wanted to sleep very much, his body was easily tired, and he was obviously much sleepier than usual, he was too lazy to move, and he couldn't eat anything.

Ji Xuemian thought, it might be because he stayed up too late and it was time to rest.

In order not to delay the progress of trivial matters in the capital, Ji Xuemian wrote down the solution in detail behind each comment. These thoughts are the most exhausting. If you are not paying attention, you will write the wrong number of lines. When you are sleepy, the pen and ink will always fall off. When it landed on the silk, a small ink blot appeared.

There is no way, Ji Xuemian has to use the seal of the first assistant to cover it every time, but it looks like he has emphasized the important things, which is not a big deal.

Xuan Wo's yearning for this young and talented teacher became more and more intense, there were a few notebooks with blank paper, and occasionally a few poems appeared.

With a glance, "Dark lovesickness, there is no place to say, melancholy comes to Jiangyue at night." Ji Xuemian couldn't help reading it, and an inch on the tip of her heart warmed a little.

As soon as I picked up a pen, I wrote back an article, without any special commentary on the way of being a king, nor did I express some reason in a polite way, but just said some ordinary concerns, like the elder brother of an ordinary family.

Even so, the style of writing is still excellent, and Ji Xuemian felt a little helpless, shook his head, changed a few harsh words, and wrote another chapter.

Gougou change, it's late at night.

Ji Xuemian sat at the table and carefully organized the memorial. He didn't like a messy environment, so he even swept up the waste paper on the ground.

While tidying up, Ji Xuemian heard a few men's voices from outside the tent, rough and murderous, the blades vibrating from the wind, Ji Xuemian knew that the person who came was not good.

"Brother, why are you still hesitating? Just kill Ji Xuemian, and everything will be over!"

"You know what a fart! It doesn't matter who the southern border belongs to. No matter how chaotic Tianhua City is, no matter how many corpses are strewn across the fields, it won't reach the emperor's ears. Our goal is to prevent Ji Xuemian from returning to the capital!"

"But Tianhua City has already been breached. The man surnamed Pang has turned against the regent and is fighting against Tianhua City! The old man has been arrested again, and there is no leader in the southern border, and it is in chaos. Why don't we be the leader of the bandits? , don’t give your life to that person in the capital?”

"It's not that easy. Your lord is vicious and vicious. It's impossible to let us live. Why don't you use Ji Xuemian's head to curry favor with the regent, maybe the regent is willing to form a faction with you!"

"It's really a good idea, but it's a pity that I heard it, what a pity." Ji Xuemian walked out slowly, and said indifferently: "If you want my head, it depends on whether you have the ability."

The black-clothed assassin stroked/touched the back of the knife, and said gloomyly: "You still have the mind to tease? How dare you live in the regent's camp? Ji Xuemian, you've been smart for a lifetime, but you've been confused for a while! How dare you?"

Ji Xuemian didn't want to talk nonsense with them, he didn't have a sword at hand, and it was inconvenient to swing the whip in the camp, so relying on his skill, he quickly grabbed the blade with his bare hands and gained the upper hand.

The other assassin obviously had low martial arts skills. Although he had been prepared for a long time, he didn't expect Ji Xuemian to be so difficult to deal with.

This movement was smooth and smooth, Ji Xuemian had no time to worry about this useless assassin, and the other one in black was not easy to deal with, after several rounds of fighting, he couldn't tell who was the best.

Ji Xuemian didn't know what was going on, her strength in her hands was also a little slack, as if she couldn't do what she wanted, it shouldn't have much to do with how much she slept, she kept muttering in her heart.

The black-clothed assassin saw that all the blows were in vain, and lost his sense of control for a moment. Ji Xuemian caught the gap and stabbed him in the arm. "Say, who is your master?"

The black-clothed assassin also had a spider tattoo on his face, he smiled, "I can tell you, come here with your ear."

Ji Xuemian was not interested in his little trick, the blade was lowered a little more, and blood was seen immediately, and he said concisely: "Say."

Assassin sneered: "It's still the same sentence, I'm exhausted, you have to come and leave me alone, I won't move."

Ji Xuemian sneered, and stepped on his lower body, the assassin almost bit off his tongue in pain, and shrank into a ball, "You bitch! I can't tell you, just give up! Get the hell out of here, why are you waiting for me to cut off my sons and grandchildren!"

Ji Xuemian glanced at him, suddenly six or seven assassins appeared around him, he frowned, it is not impossible to go head-to-head, considering his current physical condition, the chances of winning are not great, Lan Shen is definitely not in the camp at the moment, Duan Qichi's soldiers are almost rushing When we went to Tianhua City, we were fighting with the Yulin Army, the entire camp was empty, except for Yan Ming and some cooks and sentries.

After so many days, no one really knew about Ji Xuemian.

Ji Xuemian was secretly distressed, he could handle the first slash, but Ji Xuemian couldn't dodge the seventh slash.

Opening his eyes again, Ji Xuemian was woken up by a basin of cold water.

The hall was bustling with people, Ji Xuemian was surrounded by people with spider tattoos on their faces, all looking at him maliciously with the eyes of sizing up their prey.

Ji Xuemian was very calm, "If you want to kill or cut, it's up to you."

Ji Xuemian was completely drenched in cold water, his hair stuck to his lips, his lips were bright red, but his snow-white skin was radiant with a cold chill, and his white clothes stuck to his body, which outlined his slender and tall figure, especially those straight The legs are too beautiful.

It's just his unyielding expression coupled with the extraordinarily fragile scene, which makes people unable to help but want to pull this proud man off the altar, grind hard, and want to see the Emperor Shida, who is praised by the world for his ability to manage the world People, the poignant appearance of being trampled in the mud.

"I was going to kill you. Anyway, the adult in the capital doesn't know. It's better to play with you enough first, and then behead your head!"

Ji Xuemian nodded slightly, not afraid, but smiled rarely, narrowed her long and beautiful phoenix eyes, curled up her lips, everyone held their breath, and then became rougher, some even started to move their hands and feet , couldn't help wanting to step up to kiss Fangze.

"I heard that you have been beautiful since you were a child. It's the first time I saw you. You are indeed beautiful. Come, let me kiss you for a while!"

"Is it your turn? Such a coquettish beauty, can't the boss enjoy it first? Cut off his hands and feet, so that he can fight back when he finds a chance! It's not like you haven't heard of it, he did this kind of thing when he was a child!"

Ji Xuemian's voice was clear and sweet, and she teased, "You should think about it, from the time when I was not a weak crown until now when I am the chief assistant, if I haven't been able to kill me for so many years, can I succeed today?"

"Where did you get your confidence?"

"Stop talking big, stop talking nonsense, take off your clothes and quickly—"

"Gag him first, come one after another, don't mess up!"

Ji Xuemian was forced to gag her mouth, her eyes were firm, which made the "spiders" not dare to go forward.

"Damn it, I'll come first, stay away!"

Ji Xuemian was grabbed by four or five people, twisted his cheeks and opened his mouth, the man wrapped in a ball of rags stuffed it into Ji Xuemian's mouth.

Ji Xuemian didn't expect that one day he would think about how to think about it so that it would not be considered painful. It is obviously impossible to kill himself by biting his tongue. I don't know if scissor legs are useful, but the premise is to fight to the death with the determination that may fail.

Ji Xuemian knew in his heart that he would not be succeeded by them, but he couldn't help being furious after being disgusted.

Just at this moment, dozens of arrows pierced the sky and let out a very thin scream.

Ji Xuemian turned around, it was Duan Qi who came late.

All the "spiders" fell to the ground, and all the arrows were made by Duan Qichi alone.

When Duan Qichi saw Ji Xuemian, he walked over quickly as if he had been struck by lightning, half-kneeled on his own initiative, and stretched out his hand to untie the white cloth from Ji Xuemian's mouth.

Ji Xuemian was a little bit weak, so he lifted his spirits and said in a bad mood: "You killed them again. I can't know who is behind the scenes before I go back to the capital."

Duan Qichi's eyes were red. Seeing that Ji Xuemian's collar was opened, he was stunned for a long time, then closed his collar with trembling hands, "No matter who he is, I will not let him off lightly."

Ji Xuemian sat on the ground and let him hug him in his arms. Duan Qichi's body was also soaked in cold water, but he didn't feel the cold at all. He brushed away Ji Xuemian's wet hair. horrible.

Ji Xuemian pushed him, but couldn't push him away at all, and complained a bit, "You're hugging him too tightly, my shoulder hurts."

Duan Qichi let him go, checked carefully, and found that Ji Xuemian's shoulder had been injured by a fall, and several wounds were grazed.

Ji Xuemian only felt his head rubbing against his shoulders, feeling inexplicably a feeling of grievance, knowing that Duan Qichi was about the same age as him, and he was beaten and tortured a lot when he was a child, so he felt sorry for him a few days ago. Beastlike behavior is slightly less contradictory.

It's a pity that he was fighting with the Imperial Forest Army. In order to fight for the right to take back the land in the southern border, and also for the name of the God of War who had never been defeated in the short 26 years of King Xiao, the two of them were deadly enemies.

Ji Xuemian knew it clearly, but she still couldn't break her arms. Duan Qichi would occasionally be as domineering and unreasonable as a child, and of course he wouldn't listen to anything right now.

Ji Xuemian was too familiar with him, so when Duan Qichi kept looking at him without speaking or moving away, Ji Xuemian felt a little uncomfortable with his affectionate and unpredictable eyes, turned his head away, and added: "If you don't let me go, my lord How do people explain it when they see it?"

Duan Qichi didn't move for a long time, until Ji Xuemian was about to fall asleep, Duan Qichi said: "Then follow me."

Ji Xuemian closed her eyes and refused truthfully, "Where are you going? You and I are fighting on our own, it's not appropriate to appear together."

This is the truth, and Ji Xuemian didn't want to think about why Duan Qichi became so angry in an instant, so angry that he hugged him sideways and strode out of the hall.

Ji Xuemian couldn't open his eyes under the sun, and suddenly remembered that his clothes were drenched, wouldn't it be unobstructed...

Duan Qichi lowered his eyebrows, and his tone became even more unhappy, "I won't let anyone see your current appearance."

Ji Xuemian wanted to ask him what he meant, but suddenly his world was spinning and he felt sick.

Immediately galloping, when Ji Xuemian was a little better, he saw a quaint big stockade.

Duan Qichi squeezed his face, carried him into the inner room, covered Ji Xuemian firmly with the quilt, but said in an affectionate tone: "The Imperial Forest Army is in ambush in the stockade, don't let them see my jokes. "

"Your joke?" Ji Xuemian sneered, "It's clearly my joke, right?"

Duan Qichi lowered his head, responded vaguely, kissed the corner of his mouth, and bit it bitterly.

"If you force me again, I really can't control myself. You don't want to be locked up by me here, do you?"

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Dark lovesickness, nowhere to say, melancholy night to Jiangyue. ——"Ying Tianchang Don't Come to Half-year-old Music and Book Absolutely" Tang Wei Zhuang