The emperor took the cub of the nemesis Regent

The sentry did not dare to rest for a moment, and all the soldiers lined up in two shifts, taking turns to stay at the sentry at night.

There was thunder and thunder outside the tent, but it never rained, but people with low air pressure couldn't breathe.

The camp is filled with smoke and scents.

Ji Xuemian saw dozens of lambs that had been shaved, skewered on poles, and roasted on the fire.

Seeing him coming, Lin Yuan came up to meet him, "Ji Shoufu, it's just in time for you to come. The prince asked us to roast a few sheep to treat everyone's stomachs. Ji Shoufu will also eat some. You are welcome."

Ji Xuemian was very familiar with the taste of this mutton, so he narrowed his eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Lin Yuan added, "Ji Shoufu doesn't know, this is made by a cook from the northwest in our kitchen. The meat of the northwest mutton is fine/greasy, fat but not greasy. Although the sheep in southern Xinjiang are different, but According to the Northwest roasting method, it is equally delicious."

Ji Xuemian nodded lightly, and said, "Thank you Regent for me."

Lin Yuan said yes, and went back to continue roasting the sheep with a smile. Before leaving, he told him: "By the way, Ji Shoufu, the prince is waiting for you in the tent."

Duan Qichi asked him to go, so he had to go.

Ji Xuemian walked out of the smoke, with a smoky smell all over her body, and could no longer smell the pleasant scent, and got into Duan Qichi's tent.

"My lord, are you looking for me?"

It was warm in the tent.

Duan Qichi was sitting in a chair with the back of a plush cloak. On his right were lieutenants who cleaned knives and shoes, and on his left was empty, with only one seat.

Duan Qichi smiled, "Ji Shoufu, sit down."

Ji Xuemian sat on his left, drinking tea with downcast eyes.

A soldier entered the tent and said, "My lord, the whole lamb is ready to be roasted. Shall I invite everyone to eat it now?"

Duan Qichi said: "Wait a while."

Ji Xuemian knew that Duan Qichi's move was rather blatant.

The entire camp was surrounded by many local tribes in southern Xinjiang, all of whom were waiting to take advantage of the opportunity to kill Duan Qichi and prevent him from annexing the land in southern Xinjiang.

Looking at the number of tents and the furnishings in the camp, it can be seen that Duan Qichi has lived here for a while, and he is still alive and well. He probably didn't let the people from southern Xinjiang succeed.

Seeing so many sheep, people in southern Xinjiang who didn't know it thought there were tens of thousands of soldiers in the battalion. It was a trick, but it was extremely useful.

A big wolfhound with a black face and a long body squatted beside a lieutenant general, staring at the mutton outside the tent and drooling.

Duan Qichi glanced at it and laughed, "I'll leave some for it later, so I can work when I'm full."

Ji Xuemian put down his teacup and said, "Does your lord have any plans?"

Duan Qichi looked at him, "Is Ji Shoufu curious?"

Ji Xuemian glanced at him, stroked his sleeves, restrained his fierce eyes, and parted his thin lips: "It's all about the imperial court, is it considered curiosity to ask?"

What Ji Xuemian said sounded calm, but in fact it was clear that he wanted to get mixed up.

It hasn't rained for a long time. Judging by Duan Qichi's appearance, he vowed not to have dinner until there is something strange in the people of southern Xinjiang.

"No, what did Ji Shoufu say? This king is just waiting."

Ji Xuemian rolled his eyelids to look at him, and asked the bottom line: "What are you waiting for?"

Duan Qichi leaned back, resting his right hand on the armrest of the chair, leaning on his chin with his left hand, tilting his head a bit, holding Ji Xuemian in his aggressive eyes, with a smile on his lips, he seemed very relaxed, The whole body is full of willfulness.

"Wait, rain, come."

After being stared at by him, Ji Xuemian lowered her eyes again, her long eyelashes concealed the aggressive attitude in his eyes, picked up her teacup, and then took a sip.

Duan Qichi just looked at him intently, without moving his eyes.

The lieutenants looked at each other, feeling as if their butts were going to burn.

"My lord, can it really rain tonight?"

But seeing that Duan Qichi didn't look at them, he calmly said: "Just wait, why are there so many nonsense."

The lieutenants hurriedly shut their mouths and looked at each other, expressing their fear of their prince's double standard of treatment.

Ji Xuemian heard it, but pretended not to hear it.

At first he thought that the barbarian tribes in southern Xinjiang were in conflict with the army, but after this period of contact, he learned that the barbarian tribes had a large number of people. Although the total number of tribes caught up with an army, the main weapon was the poisonous insects unique to southern Xinjiang. Gu art.

The small tribes are not to be feared, they are mainly the backers behind them, the organizers of the so-called stragglers in southern Xinjiang.

"He" is the unknown force that threatens the Daning Dynasty.

Ji Xuemian wants to follow the vine and take the lead in incorporating Nanjiang. This "he" is a mystery that Ji Xuemian can't get around.

"He" can hide until now, there may be two situations.

One, "he" has an inside line and understands Duan Qichi's every move.

Two, "he" and Duan Qichi were together, and Duan Qichi protected "him".

Ji Xuemian glanced over with frosty eyes, meeting Duan Qichi's scorching eyes.

Duan Qichi smiled to show his friendliness.

While the sheep was roasting outside, two soldiers rushed to report: "Go back to the prince, I found something!"

Duan Qichi finally stopped looking at Ji Xuemian, "Tell me."

"Your Majesty has a clever plan. Sure enough, we found a large number of corpses of poisonous snakes and insects outside the camp, and they have been killed by our ambush."

"The subordinates and the brothers at the sentry post saw that a few people from Nanjiang had escaped outside the camp, and they have already sent people to chase them. Don't worry, my lord."

At the same time, the soldier handed out a piece of red cloth: "Also, my lord, this...is an accidental discovery. We found this bellyband under the sentry post. I don't know...whose it belongs to."

Duan Qichi's eyebrows twitched, and his tone suddenly became unhappy, "Bring it here."

Ji Xuemian was slightly taken aback, feeling like a thunderclap in his heart, a spider was embroidered with thin golden thread on the apron.

If I didn't look carefully, I thought it was a flower pattern that women like.

Duan Qichi looked angry.

He asked in a low voice, "Lin Yuan, what's going on?"

Lin Yuan's name was suddenly called, and he immediately widened his eyes and knelt down, "Your Majesty, the general will not know!"

Several other lieutenants also knelt down in unison, "My lord, calm down!"

Duan Qichi glanced gloomyly at Ji Xuemian.

Neither humble nor overbearing, Ji Xuemian stood up and replied, "I don't know either."

Duan Qichi let out a breath first, his words were as severe as a knife with killing intent.

He said angrily: "I don't even know? Then I saw a ghost? The situation in southern Xinjiang is so chaotic, and there will be a tough battle in a few days. Which bastard is so bold and promiscuous! Lin Yuan, send someone to search the camp for me! If you find the bastard, behead him right away, as a warning to others!"

Seeing that Duan Qichi was angry, Lin Yuan lowered his head and shouted loudly: "Yes, my lord!"

Search Daying, this will not work.

Ji Xuemian didn't want to be searched in the camp, he still had his papers unpacked, so he couldn't be found by Duan Qichi's people.

He said slowly: "My lord, why don't you just send someone to find out the meaning of this "spider"?"

Duan Qichi tapped his fingers on the table and thought for a while, "Ji Shoufu is right, so according to what you said, this king should search for the "spider" in the camp instead of the woman?"

Ji Xuemian's breath hangs in his throat, Duan Qichi's ability to turn right and wrong into black and white is truly second to none in the world.

Ji Xuemian felt that he was in the wrong, and changed the subject: "Why do you have to distinguish so clearly? If the prince is willing to search, then do so."

Duan Qichi stared at Ji Xuemian for a few seconds, and then said slowly, "Does Lord Shoufu not want me to find out any secrets?"

Listen, what kind of nonsense is this?

Duan Qichi's lips opened and closed, and his words turned several times.

Ji Xuemian knew almost everything about the man in front of him, so he flicked his sleeves and said lightly, "What is there to be afraid of? Your lord just ask someone to search."

Duan Qichi simply stopped arguing with Duan Qichi and got up to leave the tent.

When passing in front of Duan Xichi, the wind in his sleeves interrupted Duan Qichi's thoughts.

Duan Xichi moved his nose slightly and frowned slightly.

Why does Ji Xuemian have a strange smell?

Very fragrant, very unusual.

Sandalwood is the scent that Ji Xuemian has absorbed in his clothes all the year round since he was a child, and it is also a spice specially given to Ji's family by the late emperor.

And the sandalwood has faded away, leaving this cold fragrance unique to the smell of sandalwood, which is obviously longer and more suitable for the person in front of him.

Lin Yuan couldn't control Duan Qichi's idea, so he asked: "Then, my lord, are you still searching Ji Shoufu's tent?"

Duan Qichi waved his hand, "I didn't intend to ask you to search, I searched for myself, you go and ask the night duty officers to have dinner."

He raised his eyes and stared at Ji Xuemian's slender back, thoughtfully.

Ji Xuemian went back to the tent, and Duan Qichi followed behind.

He didn't bring any guards with him, and entered Ji Xuemian's tent alone.

Ji Xuemian was about to pack his luggage again, but his hands hurt, so he could only pack slowly.

Duan Qichi watched him busy, but didn't make a sound, until Ji Xuemian packed everything up, then pulled Ji Xuemian to his seat and sat down.

When Ji Xuemian was pulled by him, he froze.

"The prince has something to say."

"Xue Mian, I miss you." Duan Qichi stared at him, kissed his fingertips lightly, and then frowned slightly, "Can you tell me what you smell like?"

Ji Xuemian's hands shaking the table, continued to calmly say, "Your Highness wants to test me?"

Duan Qichi snorted softly, "You and I have known each other for many years, how can we use the word "testing"? How about saying it as caring?"

Ji Xuemian raised her eyebrows, her face was as cold as ice on a knife, she withdrew her hand, and said quietly: "My lord, forgive me, I'm afraid you heard it wrong."

He turned and walked away, staggering slightly.

Duan Qichi smelled the scent that the tent was full of, and thought about it.

After a while, Duan Qichi finally had some thoughts, and was shocked by his thoughts again.

Who is his Xue Mian?