The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

The sky is blue after the rain, and the wind blowing over is refreshing and cool.

The soldiers took off their clothes and left the territory of southern Xinjiang in a carriage. The group of people was very loud, and the sound of horseshoes could be heard endlessly.

"...Go back to the prince, the spies who collaborated with the enemy have been executed, and the last general has packed his troops and luggage, don't worry. It's just that you and Mr. Ji stayed in the old house for one night, what's wrong with you?"

"Master Ji listened to the rain all night, and now he is falling asleep, Lin Yuan, you should step back first."

"Yes, my lord, when I arrive in Gusu, I will report back at the end."

Suffering from the cold for another night, after this night, Ji Xuemian fell asleep for an unknown amount of time, and when he woke up, he found himself leaning against the carriage.

His hands and feet were cold, and his limbs were very weak, as if he was sick again.

Even the hemoptysis that had been cured had recurred. A cursory glance revealed that he was just too cold, but a closer look revealed sickness surrounding his brows, and his face was very pale.

Last night was really ridiculous, when Ji Xuemian opened his eyes, he saw Duan Qichi staring at him intently, pursing his lips tightly and not speaking.

Ji Xuemian felt his lips were cold, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to realize that blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth unconsciously.

It was wobbly in front of my eyes, there were pebbles under the wheels, the carriage was not stable, and it bumped for a while.

As a result, pain began in the abdomen, and Ji Xuemian frowned, but fortunately, it was only for a moment, so short that Duan Qichi couldn't tell where he was in pain.

Duan Qichi rubbed his palms, as if trying to warm a piece of ice, and said in a low voice, "Yan Ming gave you so much medicine, but you didn't see any of it, okay?"

Ji Xuemian wiped the blood from her fingers onto her sleeve, and said calmly, "I don't know how long I can hold on like this, but I don't like to move anymore, it's because I'm getting old and lazy."

Duan Qichi was dumbfounded by his tone, and teased him: "Yesterday you played with a lot of prestige, how can an old man like you?"

Ji Xuemian glanced at him, his temper was not very good, "Then you are still tossing me to death?"

Duan Qichi lowered his head and lowered his eyes, and smiled slightly, "Maybe, I'm also an old man, and I just like you."

"Shut up." Ji Xuemian's ears turned a little suspiciously red, hidden between her black hair, so she couldn't see it.

Duan Qichi pushed back the black hair around his ears, paused for a moment with a probing look, and then lazily said: "I have been curious since I was a child, every time you blush, you will definitely hide your ears, today Only then did I realize that you even have red ears."

Ji Xuemian slightly dodged his movements, only then did he realize that his hair was hanging loose, and the hairpin that bound his hair had been lost somewhere, since Tangmazhai came out, the hairpin's whereabouts were unknown.

Duan Qichi rolled up a strand of his black hair, took it to the bottom of his nose, and sniffed it gently. He smelled the familiar scent of osmanthus scented oil, and looked very relieved, as if he had smelled it many times.

Ji Xuemian couldn't figure out when Duan Qichi developed this problem, he had never seen it when he was sober, it was...

As soon as he reacted, his cheeks turned red again.

Duan Qichi was curious, imitating Ji Xuemian's tone, and teased him: "Why are you blushing? Lord Shoufu blushes at every turn, how is it proper? How can you be Xuanwo's teacher? Are you blushing and hitting him on the hand? Also blushing and training the staff?"

Ji Xuemian was asked several times by him, and after thinking about what he said, he felt even more ashamed. The sun was shining brightly outside, why did he think in an shady place?

"...don't look at me." Ji Xuemian bit her lower lip and turned her head away.

Duan Qichi smiled unobtrusively, his eyes narrowed into a long and narrow arc, only an inch away from his earlobe.

He has been in southern Xinjiang for as long as he has been drinking the medicine. Right now, besides the sweet and cold smell on his body, there is also the bitter smell of the medicine. It is so unique that whenever Ji Xuemian appears in his line of sight, Duan Qichi's nasal cavity seems to be If you can smell it, you know it's him.

Duan Qi smelled it leisurely, and then said: "I haven't seen yours anywhere, so what's there to be shy about?"

Ji Xuemian didn't want to talk to him at all, raised his hand to lift the carriage curtain, and called Lin Yuan, "Where's Lan Shen?"

Lin Yuan straddled the horse, and when he heard Ji Xuemian calling him, he immediately turned his head, "Master Ji, Lan Shen is in the car behind, do you want to call him?"

Ji Xuemian lifted the curtain with one hand, nodded slightly, "Tell him to prepare a piece of clean clothes, and I'll go find him when we park the car."

Putting down the curtain, Duan Qichi leaned on the soft cushion and looked at him with his chin poised, with some incomprehension in his eyes, "Whichever clothes you change, whichever clothes will be stained with your smell, and you can't hide it."

But Ji Xuemian slowed down, when he got up just now, the blood immediately began to flow backwards, his heart was flustered, his hands were sweating, he was so dizzy that he just wanted to rest.

He braced himself and said: "Then please put me down in Gusu, and I will go buy some spices and smoke my clothes."

Duan Qichi thought for a moment, "It's a good idea, but all brothers in the world have different tastes, so what are you afraid of?"

Ji Xuemian looked away awkwardly, "I just don't want to be smelled by others, there is no other reason."

Duan Qichi approached slightly, with a very happy expression, raised his hand, and pinched Ji Xuemian's cheek, "According to this, to you, I am not someone else, right?"

"...My lord, please be respectful." Ji Xuemian wanted to slap his hand off, but because she had no strength, she seemed to touch the back of his hand.

Being sick, Ji Xuemian fell into a deep sleep again. In a haze, he felt his lips and petals touched by something warm, and he had difficulty breathing. Soon fell asleep again.

Duan Qichi rubbed the corners of his lips, thinking that when he returned to the capital, he would let the people in the Royal Hospital see his illness.

It was not until Gusu City that Ji Xuemian was awakened by the noise of the bustling market.

In a trance, it seems that I haven't seen such a lively scene for a long time.

There is a curfew in the capital at night, and it is often quiet. However, Gusu, a water town in the south of the Yangtze River, is naturally noisier than the capital at night.

Seeing that he was awake, Duan Qichi naturally took his hand and almost helped him get out of the carriage.

Ji Xuemian tried to avoid him several times, but failed, but luckily Lan Shen came to him with the washed clothes, and Ji Xuemian went back to the carriage to change.

After changing, Duan Qichi, who was waiting outside, took over the board eagerly, as carefully as if he was afraid of breaking his leg.

This Gusu city is no better than the capital city, no one recognizes them, so Ji Xuemian had no choice but to be led by him, holding tight, and walked slowly into the long street.

Lin Yuan took two quick steps, followed him, and said in a low voice, "My lord, Mr. Yan heard that Ji Shoufu woke up, and asked him to drink medicine, do you think?"

Ji Xuemian said it almost from the bottom of his heart, not very willingly, his cold voice trembled slightly, "I don't want to drink."

Duan Qichi thought it was funny, and told Lin Yuan, "Bring the medicine here, Mr. Ji drink it."

Lingyin followed Yan Ming, and handed the medicine to him with a smile, "My lord, this is a soup that stabilizes qi and blood. It has been stored in a jar and has not cooled down."

Ji Xuemian had no choice but to take it, and thought about it for a while, since Lingyin returned to Beijing with him as a servant, this address should also be changed, "From now on, just call me Mr."

"Okay, sir, please." Lingyin was very obedient, with a pair of round fox eyes, very cute.

Ji Xuemian reluctantly took the jar, thought about vomiting blood this morning, but still didn't tell them that the medicine was useless, and raised her hand to drink it.

Suddenly, the people coming and going on the street suddenly stopped and knelt down in the direction behind Ji Xuemian.

"The prefect travels, and the people avoid it!"

Prefect Lu knew half a month ago that the Prince Regent's army was going to pass through Gusu, and he knew it through Shen Jing's way. It's about to hit the ground.

Prefect Lu, who was over half a century old, put on airs and knelt down, neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Majesty welcomes the Regent, and I have been waiting here for a long time."

Duan Qichi nodded slightly, "If you want to, get up."

Prefect Lu cupped his hands, but saw Ji Xuemian's back, black hair reaching to waist, thin waist, a slender and white wrist under the robe, holding a glass of unknown water, drinking it calmly.

This person does not kneel when he sees the Regent, and he is not the figure of that boy Yan Ming, he is a little too tall, so could it be... the Regent's concubine?

Seeing that they were still holding hands, Prefect Lu said cautiously: "Is this the princess?"

Duan Xichi was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled lightly, noncommittal.

Hearing this, the person he was holding was shocked.

Prefect Lu realized that the regent was not married, nor did he have a concubine, let alone a man.

Duan Qichi tilted his head, quite jokingly: "Ji Shoufu calm down, the magistrate Lu has not been an official for a long time, and he should have never met Lord Shoufu."

Ji Xuemian turned around slowly, her narrow and beautiful phoenix eyes were slightly raised, and as the waves of her eyes flowed, she held Prefect Lu gently.

Prefect Lu was taken aback for a moment, his gaze lingered on this face for a moment, and then he lost his focus in disbelief.

Prefect Lu instantly remembered the gossip between the Prince Regent and Lord Shoufu.

Could it be that he is the emperor's teacher who is said to be in power?

Lu Zhifu hurriedly said: "I am rude! I don't know that you are Ji Xuemian and Ji Shoufu. I hope you will forgive me!"

The bitter taste in Ji Xuemian's mouth lingered, he was already depressed, when he heard that someone mistook him for the princess, he immediately narrowed his phoenix eyes, not angry but pretentious.

Duan Qichi intentionally stopped him to prevent him from getting angry, "Master Shoufu, please be generous, for the sake of this king, please spare Prefect Lu."

Prefect Lu hurriedly bowed again, "I have always heard that Ji Shoufu is beautiful and unparalleled in the world. When I saw him today, his reputation is well-deserved. This official is rude, rude!"

Ji Xuemian had been to Gusu many times, but it was also the first time he saw Prefect Lu. He had to meet each other in the hall, and he didn't want to be too harsh, so he said calmly, "Prefect Lu, you and I have never met before. What is your crime? Get up."

Prefect Lu repeatedly said yes, staggered to his feet, saw Yan Ming, and wanted to scold him, why didn't this dead nephew say that Ji Xuemian would go with him too!

Ji Xuemian vaguely felt that maybe it was because she didn't tie her hair up and her hair was disheveled, so she was regarded as a woman.

Or let Lan Shen buy a hairpin for him, the current situation is really out of place.

Duan Qichi let out a muffled laugh, his eyes kept circling on his face, as if admiring a painting.

Ji Xuemian's scalp became numb from his gaze, and she avoided it unnaturally.

Prefect Lu has already hosted a banquet in the government office to entertain the soldiers, Duan Qichi signaled them to go first, he and Ji Xuemian have something to discuss.

Naturally, Prefect Lu didn't dare to ask, and led a group of people back to the government office in a mighty manner.

The common people still didn't dare to get up, Duan Qichi asked them to excuse them, and took Ji Xuemian's hand again.

The two hidden guards, Lin Yuan and Lan Shen, have consciously hidden themselves in the dark, doing their duty.

This time, the two were very close, their hands were hidden under their sleeves, Ji Xuemian couldn't shake them off, and he was afraid of being seen, so he couldn't help but lead him away.

Ji Xuemian tried to break free: "Release..."

Duan Qichi clenched his hands tightly instead, and teased him: "If you move around again, I'll tell Prefect Lu that you are indeed my princess, let's see what he thinks."

Ji Xuemian opened his eyes wide, and was so angry that he didn't want to say a word.

Duan Qichi smiled and said, "Go, find a jewelry shop and put your hair on a hairpin. Seriously, I was afraid that his official title would be lost immediately when Prefect Lu called out his concubine."

Following his footsteps, Ji Xuemian retorted coldly, "I'm not that arrogant."

Duan Xichi smiled, the two entered a shop, Duan Xichi picked up a jade hairpin, felt it was very warm, and pulled Ji Xuemian to a corner where no one noticed, where there was a bronze mirror, he casually tied Ji Xuemian's hair, Gently push in.

Ji Xuemian was pressed by him, facing the bronze mirror, saw her blushing cheeks, obviously angry.

It's just that he found that Duan Qichi's curly hair technique is quite forward-looking and elegant, and it has spanned at least several decades.

It's a bit strange that it came from him.

Ji Xuemian thought for a while, and decided to bury his doubts in his heart and not to ask for now.

The black hair was tied up high, and Ji Xuemian's snow-white neck showed a little white ink tattoo.

Ji Xuemian hadn't paid attention to this tattoo for a long time, and was shocked to realize that Bai Honghu was deeply imprinted on his skin and could never be washed off. If this ink punishment was seen by others...

"My lord, I have something to ask."

Duan Qichi had a smile in his eyes, "Huh?"

Ji Xuemian thought about it: "I hope the prince will tell the soldiers not to mention to anyone... the matter of your and my ink punishment."

Duan Qichi lowered his head, put his finger on his neck, and said softly: "Does Ji Shoufu want to make an appointment with me?"

Ji Xuemian frowned: "What does this mean?"

Duan Qichi said politely: "It means that you want me to keep the secret for you, and in return, you owe me a promise."

Ji Xuemian glanced at him to confirm that Duan Qichi was not joking, "Your Highness is serious?"

Duan Qichi stroked his reddened eyes: "There is no joke."

Just when the shopkeeper came to pay the bill, he caught a glimpse of the style on Ji Xuemian's head, tapped his abacus, dialed out a sky-high price, and smiled: "My lords, who will pay?"

Ji Xuemian said, "I'll come."

Duan Qichi took out his purse and said, "I gave it to you, you just accept it."

The shopkeeper got the money, but he didn't know that he was in front of a distinguished guest, "There are a lot of couples who come to add jewelry today. They are all waiting for the temple fair in the evening. It's only once a year. They really have to dress up."

Ji Xuemian's eyebrows twitched, before Duan Qichi could refute, he smiled and said, "That's natural."

Ji Xuemian was sulking, because there was no need to explain, so he shook his hands and left, trying to use light work to get rid of Duan Qichi, but he chased him so hard that he couldn't get rid of him at all.

Until they returned to the government office, the two of them chased each other, suppressing the turbulent breath, and entered the table as if nothing happened.

During the dinner, Prefect Lu suggested, "The regent, Ji Shoufu, the temple fair tonight is very interesting, and everyone who visits must wear masks. It is the biggest festival in Gusu every year. Men and women with crowns go out, why not go out with the officials? "

Ji Xuemian drank tea indifferently, "I won't go."

Duan Qichi raised his slender index finger and made a comparison.

Ji Xuemian couldn't bear it.

What he meant was that this is the promise that Ji Xuemian owed him, and it will be fulfilled right now, just like going to the temple fair.

In front of Prefect Lu and his family members, Ji Xuemian swallowed his anger, "Okay, I'll just go."